Sleeping Dragon daylight

Peeking between her bouts of laughter, Freyja caught glances of what her father was doing before she was overtaken by the hilarity of the situation. Her laughing was interrupted as mud began to land upon her light coat. Smiling widely, Freyja suddenly began to bound from the river and towards the muddy bank. If the goal for today was to get as dirty as possible she was going to do just that. But, she would also make sure that the Gona was just as muddy as she was.

She searched the bank briefly until her eyes laid upon the muddiest area. Once this was found, Freyja quickly trotted over to the spot, flopped onto her side, and began to roll. She continued to do this until she felt adequately covered.

Once she felt she was covered, the child got onto her paws and lurched herself in her father’s direction, shrieking a mighty battle cry as she near him. Once she was close enough Freyja aimed herself towards the limb that was closest to her.  As she made contact with his leg, Freyja began to rub herself against him, smirking as she did so.