Sleeping Dragon my beautiful dark twisted fantasy

"Ah," the Bandrona replied, her lips twisting upward in delight. "Why the long face, though? Don't forget what I told you: most hunts don't end in success. Don't beat yourself up about it." She slid her smudged snout sideways to nudge Freyja's cheek. "What were you hunting?" she added, scenting the air. She smelled nothing and leveled a curious gaze upon the youth.