Sleeping Dragon say you will

She smiled at Wildfire’s compliment and offered a smile in response, her attention lingering as the subject shifted back to the wolf who had assisted in the kill. Thinking back to her time with Goliath, Freyja paused for a moment in an attempt to pick out every detail that she could about him. “He was really big and not like, fat or whatever. He was really strong.” she recalled with a frown. “He was tan and black and brown and spoke weird.” She didn’t understand why he spoke so oddly, but she also was too intimidated to really press on the matter.

“Like,” she began puffing herself up in an attempt to mimic his stance. “He was say things like ‘Me catch 1,000,000 deer and best hunter in the land!’” Once she was done the impersonation she deflated once more, a new found sense of confusion upon her features as she looked to Wildfire. Wasn’t she supposed to know all the pack members?