Sleeping Dragon If you trust your rebel heart, ride it into battle

Rosalyn wasn't too bothered by manners as Wildfire tore in; obviously, if her last pack was any indication, she was used to all sorts.  'Ladylike' was barely in her repotoire, though at times it was fun to pretend.  Until that got wearing, and that generally happened sooner than later.

Then it was her turn, and she dug in happily as well, nosing into the cavity Wildfire had started to get at whatever good bits she'd left.  There was plenty.

"Mmm, thanks."  She finally expressed, probing her teeth with her tongue to get a few stringy leftovers out.  She'd eaten through a good potion of the rest, and her muzzle was also a bloody mess from rooting around.  

"So, how's your old crew doing?" She asked while she proceeded to clean herself up as well, most curious about Red in particular but willing to hear about any.  And Kitten.  She missed his adorable face too, though she didn't actually remember his real name.