Sleeping Dragon spooks come out for a swinging wake

Despite her lack of attempt in attempting to lure Portia, the female happened out of her den and onto the scene-- almost as if it were fate. Turning, Freyja looked to the pack’s healer with a pitiful expression, whining again as if to usher the female over. She watched on as Portia did this, her eyes wide and her frown deep.

When asked what was wrong, Freyja looked to her shoulder. “It’s sore,” she offered plainly. She wasn’t a far of anything that slowed her and felt uncomfortable and this pain definitely fell under both of those categories. “Uncomfortable to walk on,” she elaborated, turning back to Portia. “I’m not sure if it’s how I slept or from hunting, but I want it gone.” Her expression grew expectant and she waited, knowing that Portia would have the answer she needed.