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

Thuringwethil trails along beyond Freyja as she darts to and fro, nose to the ground, ears up, observing a part of her kingdom she’d yet to see. With the changes to their home, Gyda may not see one of her own reach being an heir, but that doesn’t mean their part is any less significant. She watches the girl, eager to see what she comes up with, and finds herself with an odd need that she may raise her own. Wildfire wants her own family and to do that, they need to continue to move forward, but she knows raising their own isn’t the same as exploring and teaching the clan’s young. Her jaws tighten in her own distraction, looking down as the puppy bounces back her way.

“You tell me,” she says then, shaking the thoughts from her mind. Another time, she reminds herself, when she isn’t influenced by the excitement across Freyja’s face. “A scout’s job is to explore and get information about a place to report back. Think you can do that?”