Sleeping Dragon Burn wild

He told her to pack it with moss if it came right down to it and Wildfire pondered that a moment. It made sense. She nodded, though she doubted she would pay much attention to it beyond this discussion. She was such a klutz, she was used to sporting all sorts of scrapes and bruises all the time. This was just one of many in her personal collection. She probably wouldn't even feel it after this.

Gavriel distracted her with a single word: "Hungry?" The yearling's warm eyes flashed. "Yeah, actually. I was just heading in to hunt. I'm a small game specialist," Wildifre said modestly, subtly letting him know her preferences as she waited to her what he would say next.