Sleeping Dragon hollow body weather

 
The scent of Freyja did not hit the girl. She kept to her route and sniffed at the earth. The ground was stiff and rigid from the chill of the morning air. Thyri's pads ached with the cold that they had never experience before. If she had known that her sister trailed further behind, there would have been a greater attempt at making the tracking more difficult. Instead of this, the stormchaser drew her skull upward and peered forward with squinted eyes. The steam from the geysers filled the air with an abnormal heat against the chilly air. She was grateful for the reprieve from the bite of autumn. If she dared to get closer to the steam, she feared that it would have a far more severe nip than the cold on the air, so she trailed around the pools with careful steps and tested the heat with a swish of her tail.  
 
There was a sputtering noise that sounded behind her, and the girl turned her head toward the noise with furrowed brows. Her muzzle crinkled with the wind as it carried the familiarity of her family, but Freyja was too far behind for Thyri to notate which sibling was in the vicinity. Instead of taking the opportunity to explore further, she took an immediate right and began headed toward the thick and jagged rocks of their territory. If she could lure the shadow to the boulders, the dragon imagined she might have more of a chance to see who was wandering about the geysers.