Sleeping Dragon somewhere a bloodmoon hangs in the sky

Despite her words, Freyja did not immediately partake in the kill. That was all right, though. There was a lot of excitement in the air, a lot going on around them. When the pup took a seat, Wildfire took the opportunity to slither forward onto her belly, putting their heads at roughly the same level. She caught the girl's question and surveyed the small crowd.

"Well, you know Heda, your mother, father and siblings," she began, amber eyes flicking from wolf to wolf, landing on the swarthy figure lingering in the background. She didn't know his name, so she shifted her attention to Dio. "That tan wolf there, that's Dio. He's a guardian, like Gav—your dad. And see that pretty lady with the white fur and black markings? I think her name is Portia. I'm not sure about his name," she admitted, amber gaze returning to the first wolf, "but maybe you could go introduce yourself?" Wildfire suggested lightly, turning to brush her muzzle against Freyja's cheek.