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

The morning was bright with the prospect of a scouting mission. The Heda had come to the family den that morning and had swept the child away. Though she wasn’t sure just where they were going, and had a million and one questions for the leader, the grey-scaled child followed dutifully in tow, her tail standing like a flag waving proudly in the morning breeze.

They soon made it to a misty area and for a moment the Goufa paused to marvel at it’s beauty. There was something special about the morning time and Freyja enjoyed this part of the day more than the others. Her attention only turned to Thuringwethil as she was encouraged onward. Grinning widely at her mentor the child bolted off ahead, happily yipping as she bounded away. “Let’s go dis way!” she offered, throwing the suggestion over her shoulder.