Sleeping Dragon Like it's 1975

She anticipated questions, though not this one in particular. Wildfire pondered it a moment before saying, "It happened when tensions were running high between Drageda and another pack. I think she was just being a little overprotective." She shrugged lightly enough to avoid dislodging the leaning Freyja, whose tears had damped her collarbone. She didn't mind. "It wasn't personal and nothing came of it," she reassured her young friend.

After a time, she leaned backward, just far enough to look the youth in the face. "I'm sorry I upset you. It's okay to cry, though." The Bandrona lifted a foreleg to gently pat a silvery shoulder. "Are you tired? Would you like to go back to bed?"