Sleeping Dragon somewhere a bloodmoon hangs in the sky

Today was a very big day indeed. Though talk of a move had been mentioned previously today was the day that the dragon littler would finally spread their wings and move on. She left the whelping den that morning with a heavy heart, not quite ready to leave it behind. Remaining quiet for a majority of their trek to the new site, Freyja moved slowly and almost unwillingly after their Heda. She would never outright disobey her parents and their leader but she sure wanted to in this moment.

When the wolves finally made it to the new den Freyja paused and looked to the den with her mouth agape. It was so big! So spacious! Her eyes danced about the new sights eagerly. As others dispersed and a call was made Freyja looked skyward with a smile her tail wagging as Thur’s call faded into the soft summer breeze. She looked down and about the gathered group once the call had died, not knowing just what to expect next.