Sleeping Dragon waking at dusk

In her impromptu haste, Wildfire hadn't even noticed the small smudge of color in the nearby den's mouth. But when a small voice piped up, she immediately glanced in that direction, her jaw falling slack so that the freshly dead rabbit dropped to the ground at her feet. Immediately, her black tail began to wave. She very nearly stepped over the kill, leaving it there to rot, but then remembered herself and haphazardly grabbed it again as she loped over to the small cave.

"Freyja!" she said the instant the carcass slipped from her maw again. "Was that you? What did you say? 'Fly'?" Her amber eyes glowed as Wildfire dipped her head down to nuzzle fondly at the crown of the girl's head. She already looked so different from just prior to the Bandrona's trip and though her heart twinged for all she had surely missed in that time, it was still so good to see the pups growing and thriving.