Sleeping Dragon east coast winters

Chessur smiled as Freyja praised her, with what seemed to be a common phrase around here. Os. She dipped her head as a thank you, tail swaying lightly behind her thick curved hips. She licked her lips for a moment, the dry winter air was beginning to set in. Not that she minded, since Trigeda had been far colder than this, but she wasn't fond of winter anywhere. Freaks asked if she'd met Portia yet, and Suri nodded. Sha, em chich os gon yu en yu bros en sis.

Chessur wanted to see what Freyja could do, as a huntress. She stepped back a few feet, shaking her pelt of the brisk cold. Homplei? She asked, glancing back to the cold river.