Sleeping Dragon my beautiful dark twisted fantasy

She smiled as a nudge and reassurance came and soonafter leaned over to press her head to Wildfire’s shoulder. “I know,” she replied with a sigh as a rumble sounded within the put of her stomach. “It’s just that losing prey stinks when you’re so hungry!” There was a whiny edge to her voice as she pulled herself away from her embrace.

To her next question, Freyja paused for a moment and realized she didn’t know what the bird was called. “I’m not sure. It was a red bird and pretty tiny-- but it was plump!” her tongue drew over her lips as she fantasized momentarily about eating the unknown bird.