Sleeping Dragon my beautiful dark twisted fantasy

There was a sense of disappointment about the young girl’s features as she turned and returned her mentor. “Hey,” she offered weakly, mustering a smile as she looked to the red-furred wolf. When a question was asked in regards to what she was looking at, she turned and searched longingly for her fleeting meal.

“Breakfast,” she replied, her ears flattening as she spoke. “I was too loud in my approach,” she admitted, stealing a glance at her mentor.