Sleeping Dragon my beautiful dark twisted fantasy

It did not take much food for Freyja to get full but she often finished the carcass in spite of those who lingered about her as she ate. Despite this pettiness, Wildfire was an entirely different case. Freyja felt so much respect for the red-furred wolf and would never defy her with such snide actions. “Yes, please eat,” she replied, pushing forward the carcass with her paw.