Sleeping Dragon somewhere a bloodmoon hangs in the sky

Freyja’s eyes bounced from her mentor’s face to the nearby offering and a quiet sigh escaped her. It did not seem like they would be going hunting. But, despite the sigh, Freyja straightened up and attempted to pull herself from her disappointment. “I will ‘njoy!” She chirped, taking a seat before the other and wrapping her tail about her forepaws as she settled. She did not make any moves to go and fetch the carcass and instead lingered at her mentor's side. She wasn’t quite sure what to do next.

“Who are all dese woofs?” she asked after a pause, throwing her glance over her shoulder to survey the gathered wolves.