Sleeping Dragon Look what I got

The pups had needed a little bit of patience and nudging to successfully make the kill but they didn't need to be told twice what to do with the carcass. Wildfire's eyes glittered with amused interest as they both went in for the kill, only for a sudden tension to stain the air. She heard a growl gurgle in Freyja's throat and peered at Hvitserk, wondering if he would reply in kind. As before, the yearling made no move to intervene. If there was bloodshed, she would step in between them, but she highly doubted it would come to that. This was a natural, instinctual dance they were doing, as they jockeyed for their station at the dinner table.