Sleeping Dragon Getaway

The sound of crying and hurried steps drew the Feisripa’s attention from the trail she had been tracking and towards the source of the distress. Soon enough, her chestnut colored eyes fell upon the Bandrona. She frowned at this, feeling as though she had seen the leader in poorer spirits as of late. She knew why the leader had been so down lately, but, regardless of her knowing, Freyja couldn’t help feeling concerned.

As Wildfire stopped, Freyja seized the opportunity to press forward and make herself known. She was positioned behind the leader, so she could not see what exactly was going on. Chuffing lightly to make her presence known, Freyja paused at a distance and held herself low. “Wildfire?” despite the hesitance in her tone there was a smile planted upon her lips.