Sleeping Dragon that's the spirit

Just as the storm had begun to roll in, a familiar smell wafted by as she observed the weather change. Turning towards the smell, the young Goufa caught sight of Thuringwethil approaching. Her tail waved in the passing breeze as the silver cub picked herself up and stood.”Hei, Hedwa,” she offered in reply, smiling up to her superior before reaching forward to place a kiss upon the wolf’s chin.

When the affection was given, Freyja stepped back and thrust her nose towards the direction of the horizon, her welcoming expression quickly melding into a look a tamed curiosity. “Hedwa,” she addressed again, regarding her alpha with a tilt of her head. “Chiwt?” she asked in regards to the cluster of storm clouds beyond them. After asking, she turned her eyes to the horizon, hopeful the Heda would answer her question.