Sleeping Dragon red: the color of desire

Freyja watched on as Gyda accepted the offering and tucked it away, perhaps for another time. Though a part of her faltered in this moment-- the part that wanted to see her mother enjoy something that she had been able to provide for her-- she did not showcase her emotions. Instead, she pushed them aside and offered her mother a gentle smile.

The conversation shifted as Freyja was requested of a personal agenda. Quickly, the Feisripa spoke up and expressed on of the several reasons on why she had called her mother. “Well, I’ve been working with Heda about learning the packs history because I want to lead someday and a leader is able to know how to lead from the lessons that the past has given,” she wasn’t sure if she had ever disclosed this information to her mother, but, regardless, she pressed on about her ambitions. “And I thought that you would be the best person to go to learn about it.” She sat then, curling her tail around her forepaws as she settled. “Can you teach me?” she asked with an excited glint in her dark eyes.