Sleeping Dragon No sleep in Toronto

Wildfire makes her way inside the den and does her best to get comfortable. It’s not exactly ideal for more than the mother and puppies but the few times she’s slept inside the den, she knows how to make it happen. She makes it in time to hear all their names, too, and gently noses them one by one. Her awe in them causes a smile to flutter across her muzzle, lowering her head to watch the girl soak them each in.

“It’s something,” she murmurs and presses her nose against the wriggly Freyja. The fact Gyda managed to carry four puppies to full term, four healthy puppies that have survived this far, surprises her. Each day these puppies are alive are further roots the Dragons embed into this land, further to continue their legacy for generations to come. It’s real. One day, she knows, she won’t be here, but these little ones will and the concept leaves her own awe.

Her own maternal instincts have picked up, but only to an extent, as she keeps herself separated—something she’s always been able to do as Heda. Well…