Sleeping Dragon my beautiful dark twisted fantasy

Wildfire reluctantly extracted herself from her partner's cozy warmth to obey an insistent call of nature. After squatting and emptying her bladder nearby, she straightened up only to dip forward into a luxurious stretch. She noticed that she could see her breath, which was no surprise; the cold air seeped into her flesh and fur, causing a tingle in her spine. She missed Thuringwethil's body heat and was tempted to return to it immediately. But she felt wide awake now, so the yearling set off across the territory to get the blood flowing.

She didn't head to the rendezvous site on purpose, she just sort of wound up there. She had missed Freyja's failed attempt to chase a cardinal but sensed an air of disappointment about the young girl as she sidled up alongside her. "Morning, Frey," Wildfire said cordially, bumping her shoulder against the pup's and looking forward. "What are we looking at?" she wondered aloud.