Sleeping Dragon this one is for the chewed up

She would be departing shortly to visit the caldera, as soon as an escort (likely Gavriel) could be procured. In the meantime, Wildfire spent a lot of time skulking around the whelping den. Often she brought food for the nursing mother but sometimes she arrived empty-handed, simply eager to see them, even from a few feet away.

Presently, she loitered around the doorstep, unwilling to come closer uninvited. But a banshee wail from just inside caused the seated yearling to crane her neck forward, large ears pricked and nose wriggling. "Uhhh, everything all right in there?" she whispered sotto voce, black tail sweeping over the short, cropped grass beneath her.