Sleeping Dragon my beautiful dark twisted fantasy

Nodding in agreement to what Wildfire said, Freyja followed when she was beckoned. Once they made it, Freyja followed suite and sat alongside her mentor. Looking up curiously, she listened to the knowledge she had to offer.

“Chasing is my favorite part!” She said with a wag of her tail. Though eating was a close second. “Why do they go though? Why don’t they settle their pack?” She added as an afterthought with a questioning tone. It seemed strange that they uprooted so often.