Sleeping Dragon love isn't brains, children, it's blood

She’d gone early that morning to Gyda’s den, as she does most mornings, but instead of making a brief stop, she finds herself with a shadow once she’s on her way. A few steps forward, with @Freyja in tow, she glances back to see the excited girl following along. She’d seen interest alight in the young dragon’s eyes, her curiosity always hanging out on a limb. Hunting, as Wildfire’s trade, and the interest in the weather (what little Thuringwethil could teach her), and now she’s glued next to her to go wherever she chooses to go.

While the next leg of her scouting mission is coming up, she knows she can’t take the girl with her yet, she does decide to lead her through the pack and down the north western side where the geysers border their home. It’s quiet this day, reaching the thick foliage, life supported by the water that comes from the ground in the further reaches of its mist. She turns to Freyja then, giving her a nudge and a little free range to explore and scout the area she’s yet to see.