Sleeping Dragon Like it's 1975

She didn't appear ready to part ways or sleep yet and Wildfire certainly wouldn't push. Rather, she gestured for Freyja to take a seat, then dropped to her haunches. Although there was still a lot of negative energy broiling within her, she could force it to the back burner for now. She would channel some of it into helping the Feisripa process too.

Once they were both comfortable, the Bandrona said, "You don't have to be strong all the time, Frey. Even as an aspiring leader. I know you probably already know that but it bears repeating." She offered the youth a small smile. "As for those tensions I mentioned..." She trailed off momentarily as she tried to call up the details in her mind. Perhaps a good bedtime story would help Freyja.

"I don't remember all the specifics but there was an issue with a pack called Phoenix Maplewood. Are you familiar with that territory? It's a few miles southeast of here." Wildfire paused. "They were a threat, so Heda told them they couldn't cross the river. That wolf that nearly attacked me thought I was one of them," she explained. "Shortly after I settled in at Drageda, the commander's tolerance ran out and we assembled a front to attack. I joined the group to see if we couldn't reach a peaceful resolution, especially since the leader was actually my half-sister.

When we got there that day, though," Wildfire continued after a beat to let Freyja process everything so far, "they were already gone. They must have sensed the danger and done the smart thing: beat a hasty retreat. As far as I know, nobody knows where they went. I haven't seen Saena since shortly before I came to live here," Wildfire said in a thoughtful voice.