Sleeping Dragon death by numbers

As expectancy and worry overcame the girl, Wildfire offered an explanation that calmed Freyja. In realizing what the leader had offered, Freyja nodded in turn as way of a reply and turned away so that it did not appear that she was watching Wildfire relieve herself. She could relate to the red-haired woman as well. When natured called, well, nature called. There was no stopping it when it was time.

She waited patiently for the other to carry out her business and only returned her sights as Wildfire made her approach. Greeting her mentor with a wag of her tail, Freyja stepped from the rock she had perched on and onto the ground. “I’m… okay,” she decided, somewhat hesitantly. “How are you?”