Sleeping Dragon Look what I got

Freyja was bored. She laid within the family den, her eyes trained on the wall as time ticked by. She didn’t particularly want to do anything but still longed for company that was not Gyda. Her siblings, also, did not appeal to her in those moment. Instead, she simply wished to be on her own. Such desires soon disappeared as a call cut through the silence. Perking, she looked towards the mouth of the family den with a tilted head as she deciphered the message. When the message came through, the child quickly scrambled onto her paws and galloped towards the entrance, throwing her mother some hurriedly-spoken assurance as she made her way out the den.

She was all too consumed in getting to Wildfire to notice if any siblings were following. Once she got to the scene she realized that Hvitserk had beaten her. As she pulled up beside him and placed a kiss upon his cheek, the child turned her attention fully to Wildfire. “Wilfiwa, wassagot?” she asked, looking from the face of the mentor to that of the rabbit, wondering if this was what she and Wildfire had previously discussed.