Sleeping Dragon Like it's 1975

She didn’t initially notice Wildfire, even as she was watched, and it was once Wildfire cuffed into the night that Freyja perked and turned her attention to the red-furred woman. There was a sense of relief about Freyja as she looked to her mentor and, as she was beckoned, she picked herself and obediently followed along. Sticking heavily to the woman’s side, closer than she usually did.

“I’m doing better,” she replied, falling into step alongside Wildfire. She wanted to be as strong as the other wolves of Drageda. “How are you?” She asked, genuinely concerned.