Sleeping Dragon my beautiful dark twisted fantasy

Smiling as she was assured that she would get some breakfast, Freyja nodded and followed after her mentor eagerly. She attempted to push aside the rumbling of her belly in favor of some conversation, but she just could not suppress the hunger that she had felt.

Eventually they came upon the warren, Freyja paused briefly and her eyes roamed over it She had seen something like this further into the territory before, just closer to the meeting area. But, despite this, she never did learn of it’s innerworkings.

“That’s really cool,” she said in response to what she was taught with a smile. Despite the fact that they had the upper head, she thought it was neat that they had dug their dens underground. She lowered herself to a crouch then, her attention jumping from Wildfire to the warren. “You know, there's one of these near the meeting site,” she commented with a smile. “I found it a few days ago.”