Sleeping Dragon my beautiful dark twisted fantasy

Her lips curved into a smile when she realized that history was repeating itself, in a way: her aunt had taught her how to hunt rabbits and now she was passing the knowledge onto her very own niece. Of course, Freyja wasn't her actual niece but Wildfire saw no reason to differentiate. They had become quite close as of late. And if everything went according to the Bandrona's plan, she would be the mother of Freyja's half-siblings. They were family, one way or another.

She checked the girl's form as she lowered into a crouch, nodding her approval. Her brows then lifted in pleasant surprise at Freyja's news. "Oh, really? I might be preaching to the choir in that case," she quipped with a grin. "Did you do any hunting there? You'll have to show me sometime." Wildfire bobbed her head, then dropped her voice to add, "Like I said, I'm going to hang back and keep an eye on things. You go get 'em, Frey."