Sleeping Dragon hollow body weather

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The impending Winter was something that laid heavily on the Feisripa’s mind, amongst the other matters that she constantly kept in consideration. She was unsure of how the pack would fare in the colder seasons, but, regardless, she was ready to face it. Along with her preparations for the unexpected, Freyja also continued to learn more about the history of Drageda and her mother’s pack, taking in all that she could as she followed her aspirations for leadership one day.

Like her siblings she had also grown considerably. The puppies of the pack were in the midst of the growth spurt. But, despite this, Freyja found that she was not growing as quickly as her siblings. She remained smaller than they did, taking from her mother’s height and physique. She was not ashamed by this and instead embraced it, knowing that it gave her a certain advantage when she hunted.

A badger trail had lead her to the geysers that day. Carefully, she tip-toed through the rugged area, keeping herself alert in the event that she would come across another piece of prey. Her sister’s scent had been fairly strong when she had entered the field, but she had ignored it in favor of something that she actually cared for. Thyri had lost her respect upon their last meeting and she did everything in her power to avoid her. But, as fate would have it, the two would cross paths again.

It was as she tracked that she saw the limber form of her sister in the distance and just as quickly as she had spotted her sister a sneer spread upon her features. She did not acknowledge her and, instead, found herself attempting to navigate so that she could track and keep her distance at the same time.