Sleeping Dragon my beautiful dark twisted fantasy

When Freyja moved, Wildfire let her attention focus on her for the duration of her short hunt. Her lips curved into a smile as she watched her quickly and easily dispatch the rabbit. She might even be better than you, she thought to herself, rising onto her paws and trotting over to stand beside the young girl.

She shook out her ruff and scanned their surroundings, making no attempt to take Freyja's spoils from her. She would catch her own breakfast later, perhaps at the other warren.