Sleeping Dragon Simply to move through the sunlight

"Freyja," she responded, liking the sound of it.  It had a bit of a taste of home, surprisingly enough, though she doubted it actually hailed back to her own roots.  "An apprentice hunter?  How responsible."  She said this with a slight smile, for the comparison between herself at that age and this girl couldn't be more stark.  She'd been in a very different place, that was for sure.

"I'm afraid I have a bit of a bum leg," she said, honestly regretful of that.  It had been a while since she'd hunted with another, and that was two offers in one week she'd had to turn down.  "But I can be quiet if you don't mind a tagalong?"  Might be fun to watch anyway, even if she couldn't do the chasing herself.