Sleeping Dragon my beautiful dark twisted fantasy

“I’ve never caught one,” she admitted as Wildfire reminded her of the difficulty of catching birds. “It’s like they always know that you’re there,” she added, a hint of amusement lifting her tone as she made her remark. A memory followed the reminder and to this Freyja nodded, recalling that moment with fondness. “Those feathers also work great as ticklers,” she commented lightly with a smirk.

Looking up to meet her mentor's eyes she offered a wave of her tail. “I really like rabbit,” she said quickly. “But, I’m also not too picky. Just hungry.”