Sleeping Dragon wake up, mr. west!

Despite the fun that she had had with Wildfire there also had been some information shared that she needed to share to her siblings. After parting ways with the fire-haired Bandrona, Freya had quickly made her way from the creek and back to the family den. Despite the chill she felt from her damp fur or the hunger she felt gnawing on her belly she pressed onwards in hopes of catching one of her siblings.

Once she had arrived to the den she quickly poked her head in as thoughts of the buddy system and death churned through her mind, words bubbling in her throat as she peered in the den. “Thyri? @Hvitserk? Eske?” Her tone with rushed and breathless as she called into the den.