Sleeping Dragon somewhere a bloodmoon hangs in the sky

The number of new faces and scents was almost overwhelming for the small girl. She was drawn out from behind her father by the sight of a woman with strange fiery fur. Freyja seemed to know her well enough, but Thyri did not recall having spent time with Wildfire – at least not recently. She peered at the Bandrona with wide baby blue eyes and her mouth fell agape just slightly. It seemed as though the fiery woman had brought them food to feast on. It was, decidedly, one of the best days the little stormchaser had ever experienced. They had trekked across the land in search of a new home, settled upon it, called to many others, and they were able to partake in the prey that had been provided by the mysterious fire wolf. The rabbit smelled of blood and fur, but Thyri parted her jaws and clamped tightly to the animal anyway.
 
It was difficult for her to yank and pull as much as she would have liked to, but once she managed to rip a piece away from the hare, she plopped it down in front of her triumphantly. A small smile crept onto her face as she peered at the red meat. Leaning forward, she began to gnaw on it. A satisfied expression creased her features.