Sleeping Dragon Like it's 1975

She hadn't anticipated the girl's emotional response, so when she glanced over at Freyja only to find tears in her eyes, Wildfire halted immediately. She encouraged the Feisripa to lean on her, arching her own neck to gently preen at the furs between her ears in a soothing fashion. She felt a little horrible for causing this response and chastised herself for not anticipating it. With that said, it was probably cathartic for Freyja to break down like this and the Bandrona was just glad she could try to be there for her.

The sniffled question surprised a quiet puff of air from her that resembled laughter. "I actually fell into the river and washed up on the shore near here. I've always been very clumsy," Wildfire explained, still nuzzling against Freyja. "Thur actually saved my life," she continued, forgetting not to use the nickname in front of someone else, awe still in her voice as she recollected the events of that day. It had been the beginning of the rest of her life, that was for sure. "Another wolf from Drageda was prepared to execute me but the commander stayed her hand, then took me home."