Sleeping Dragon my beautiful dark twisted fantasy

Waiting was one of Freyja’s least favorite things to do and it seemed that it would be what would have to be done in order for her to get some breakfast. Despite her growing crankiness, she remained on-task and pushed away her snarky thoughts for her next bout of hunger. She needed to her best, especially with Wildfire watching.
Ten or more minutes passed before the young face of a rabbit poked out from a nearby entrance to the warren. Parking at the sight, Freyja watched on silently, waiting for her moment to strike. The rabbit, on the other hand, took it’s time in pulling itself outside the safety of its home. It surveyed the area carefully and Freyja rolled her eyes at this, knowing that it would all be in vain.

Once it was out about, Freyja was upon it quickly. Before it could even notice, Freyja snapped her jaws around its neck and ended its life. Her manners were not about her and before anything else could be said, she tucked into the small morsel and started eating.