Sleeping Dragon red: the color of desire

Mom!

A gentle wind danced on the horizon as Freyja made her way back to the family den with a field mouse in her mouth. She had slipped from the den earlier that morning with hopes of adding a few more bodies to the cache. Unfortunately, lady luck had not been on her side. She had scared off a few birds and had almost nabbed a rabbit, but it had escaped to the warren at the last moment. Though she was not proud of what she had caught, she kept Wildfire’s lessons close, reassuring herself that everyday couldn’t possibly be “her day”.

It was about mid-day as Freyja pulled up to the family densite and quickly, after dropping the game at her paws, Freyja realized that her mother was nowhere to be seen. It had been long since Freyja had spent a reasonable amount of time with @Gyda and she wanted to catch up with the woman she loved so dearly.

Lifting her head to the sky, Freyja called out the here mother and requested her presence at the densite.