Sleeping Dragon waking at dusk

She didn't answer, her attention shifting instead to the dead rabbit. Wildfire grinned and sidestepped, watching the little girl as she investigated the carcass. She wasn't sure whether the pups were being weaned yet and tipped her head as Freyja's tongue poked out to lick the rabbit's face. There was blood pooling beneath its head from the puncture wounds on the back of its neck and Wildfire wondered if the pup would eventually try a taste.

"Boo?" she found herself echoing again, heart skipping a beat at the child's cooing attempts at speech. She did a bit of a belly flop beside Freyja, then leaned forward to poke at her, nose skimming ticklishly across her little rib cage. "Do you eat meat yet, Freyja?" Wildfire asked, wondering how the pup would reply, whether she understood the question in any capacity.