Sleeping Dragon waking at dusk

*concludes* :o

It appeared she'd guessed right. Wildfire smiled and let out a breath as Freyja raced toward the rabbit's body, then trotted after her. She suspected the child would want her to do it again and she was proved right. The Bandrona flung the poor, dead hare into the air several more times, only calling it quits when she started to get a crick in her neck.

"C'mon," she said, ushering the little girl toward the den, "let's see about eating it, now that we've tenderized it." Wildfire plucked up the limp rabbit, dangling it over Freyja's head to tickle her with its ears, then sprinted toward the den with the puppy in tow.