Sleeping Dragon happy song

A lesson met Freyja’s request. Looking down to the prey with a sense of wonder. Why were they so hard to catch? How did this one break his wing? These question and more came about as she looked onto the dead bird but went unsaid. Instead, she looked up as an offer was made. “Rweally?!” she asked, perking as her concerns over the bird fleeted. She wanted nothing more than to spend an afternoon alone with Wildfire and this seemed like a prime opportunity to do so.

Her attention turned to the horizon as her prior excitement lessened. Wildfire was right-- it was getting dark and her noni would be expecting her return. “Do I hawve seep?” she asked, her ears lowering at this. She wasn’t ready for bedtime and she just wanted to hang out.