Sleeping Dragon Simply to move through the sunlight

Freyja perked to the mention of the wolf who could have been mixed with a rodent and quickly her head fell heavily to the side. She could not imagine was such a creature would look like. Would it be as small and fleeting as the food they feasted on? Or as strong and mighty as her fellow wolf? Her imagination ran rampant in that moment, distracting her from the task at hand. “Is… that even possible?” she asked finally, attempting to wrap her head around the very concept of it all.

As the pair settled and the topic at hand changed, Freyja turned from the warren and towards the Kru with a smile. “Wildfire is my mentor,” she answered softly, her tail wagging gently as a sense of fondness overcame her. Freyja loved her red-haired mentor dearly and thought the world of her. “So, I am trying to gather as much information about all the prey in our territory. I don’t think that this warren is very old because she hasn’t mentioned it.”