Sleeping Dragon 808s & heartbreak

With her question still hanging in the air, Freyja found herself met with a prolonged pause. Though she wished very much to barge in and bury the leader in her affections, she waited for the proper permission. Once this was given, Freyja promptly picked up the squirrel and ducked into the den. Upon doing this, Freyja was quick to notice how heavy and still the air grew the deeper she climbed in and a frown formed at this. The warning of Wildfire’s condition lingered in the foreground of her mind as she pulled up before the leader and dropped the morsel at her paws.

As she pulled back from doing this, Freyja caught her first real glance of the damage that had been done. She felt her jaw slack and her eyes widened at this, unable to control her initial reaction. But as quickly as it had sprung from her, she retracted it as she overtook a more composed persona.

Carefully, Freyja then leaned towards the Bandrona and touched her nose to her cheek. Anger churned in her belly as she did this and upon pulling back there was a new light shining in her chestnut-colored eyes. She tensed there as plots of revenge ravaged through her mind. “Please, eat,” she insisted as she seated herself, hoping that the leader would do just that so that Freyja could be left for a moment longer with her thoughts.