Sleeping Dragon this one is for the chewed up

Little did Wildfire know how much the wee pup in front of her hearkened back to her own youth as a supersonic whiner. The grunting and bawling didn't bother her one bit, though. Her lips twitched into an affectionate smirk as the colic child scooted in her general direction. Knowing it might result in an even louder protest, the yearling decided to help her along by craning forward, closing her muzzle gently around Eske's midriff, then lifting her and drawing her back into the doorway. She plopped her between her outstretched forelegs, tucking her toward her chest so she could begin running her tongue up and over that sweet, grumpy little face.

"You have very pretty eyes," Wildfire paused long enough to croon down at the youngster. She could truthfully only see a gummy little sliver, yet the blue reminded her of the very summer sky that vaulted over them.