Sleeping Dragon I need that happy begginin' middle and endin'

She was greeted with a mouthful of purred bugs and at this sight Freyja felt her crawl as this sight. Attempting to unsee what had been presented, Freyja trained her attention to the large wolf. To his remark, her expression darkened and a frown fell heavily upon her lips.

“I’m not stumpy,” she replied sternly. “I’m Freyja, apprentice of Thuringwethil and Wildfire.”