Sleeping Dragon happy song

She grinned to herself, watching Freyja chasing down the dead blackbird to investigate it even as Wildfire padded closer. Her brows arched curiously at the little girl's outburst and she waved her black tail, then paused before taking a seat beside the puddle where the glossy black body floated. It was sort of a macabre image, especially with the wings bent and fanned out at unnatural angles, but what were they if not predators?

"You hungry?" she queried of the pup, striking out a slender foreleg to grab at the wet feathers and drag the soaked carcass out of the puddle and onto the ground in front of her. "Maybe you can keep some of these feathers. You can tickle your sisters and brother with 'em," Wildfire teased.