Sleeping Dragon Knock me off my feet

"main squeeze" omg so cute UwU

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An awkward crack shoots a sting of pain down her hips in her attempt to roll on to the other side of her new den. The walls seem to embrace her tightly, which wasn't a good thing. She needed more space, and perhaps if there was a way she would have to snatch some bear fur to sleep on. But for now she had to settle for this, she did not have the energy to do all of that just yet.

A bark picks her attention. Uleön had a sharp hearing despite her sight, and the proximity of the caller plus the urgency it carries makes Uleön nervous.

"Is everything alright, dear?" she calls, emerging from her den which was conveniently close to Thuringwethil's cave. "I'm afraid Heda isn't near," she explains, inspecting the flaming youth's uneasy expression.

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