Sleeping Dragon my beautiful dark twisted fantasy

Though Freyja had not lived during the famine such an event was something that she feared. She knew that food was the fuel that drove her each and every day. What would she do without food? Would she have to eat her packmates? That very thought made her skin crawl, but she wouldn’t discard that thought in such an event.

Such dark thoughts were tamed with a bought of reassurance and Freyja looked up with hope towards Wildfire. Though she was about to coo in regards of the good news there was something that held her up from such musings. “Snow?” she asked bluntly as her eyebrows rose. She had never heard this word before, but it sounded delicate. She was too wrapped up in her confusion over the word to really grasp was Wildfire was teaching, but she shook it off at the leader’s next remark.

She was thrown off guard and a gentle blush flared under her pelt. “Really?” she asked gently with a spreading smile. “I would really like that,” she admitted with a pause as she pressed her head to Wildfire’s shoulder. “Does that include tracking where animals are? I've really liked doing that,” she admitted as she pulled away.