Sex: MaleThrall was actually not a bad description of the powers little Pip held over the older dragon. He never considered this to be any sort of future he might obtain, not after Ered Luin dissolved after his father’s death. Though he might have been raised to take the pack (well, raised by his mother, who was utterly certain that Kjors would pass young for being so small, though now he understood her darker intentions), the desire had shrunk with each passing season. So much responsibility. He preferred loner life, though hunting for Widow’s Peak wasn’t so bad.
But that was before.
Before Signy, and before…this. Whatever this was, whatever life (or lives) they’d made in a moment of unwise choices. And where his father had left him, where his mother had simply used him as a tool for her ultimate goal. Sometimes, he wondered if the Mother was any different than the wolf that had given birth to him, but voicing such doubts was useless. She never answered him, anyways. Before Signy, really, he wasn’t anyways favorite.
So, yes. He was enthralled. Willingly, even. It wasn’t what he ever pictured for himself, but one way or another, Kjell was going to have to make this work. For her. For them. For whatever was to follow.
Fade.