Sleeping Dragon 808s & heartbreak

The exact details of Wildfire’s injuries had been left a total mystery to Freyja. Though the call from just beyond the packlands had been one enveloped in panic, Freyja couldn’t even venture to imagine just what had been done to her beloved mentor.

An answer came in way of a croak and her ears perked, confused in the weakness in her tone. Frowning, she hesitated for a moment as she attempted to get a better look inside the den to get a peek of how the leader was faring. As she did this, she called out in reply. “Yes, it is! Mind if I come in?”