Sleeping Dragon Like it's 1975

When she arrived, she saw a pale figure sitting still as a statue. Wildfire's face softened as she rolled to a stop and simply watched Freyja for a minute. She could see the weight on the youth's shoulders and guess what the girl was thinking and feeling, though it was impossibe to truly know. After a moment, she chuffed quietly and began padding closer, though she stopped a dozen or so yards away to avoid disturbing their sleeping pack mates.

Silently, the Bandrona motioned for the Feisripa to join her. With the youngster presumably in tow, Wildfire then led her away from the rendezvous site. She considered finding somewhere to sit and talk, yet she knew that working out some of her negative energy was probably a better option. Perhaps it would be good for Freyja too. Perhaps walking in endless circles might tire out both of them, as unlikely as it seemed. At least it would keep them relatively warm.

"How're you feeling?" Wildfire asked even as her legs kept moving. She turned her head sideways to peer into the pup's face.