Sleeping Dragon 808s & heartbreak

She expected Freyja to name someone from Drageda, perhaps even a fresh recruit, but instead she began speaking about a young boy from another pack altogether. Wildfire blinked, a little taken aback. Wasn't Blackfeather Woods the forest next door to her parents' territory, many miles to the south of here? She wasn't entirely sure, yet she wondered how Freyja had ventured that far. It was possible she hadn't—maybe they'd met in the middle somewhere—but she felt what could only be motherly instincts kicking into overdrive as the Feisripa regaled her.

"Oh yeah?" she asked softly, wondering if Freyja may have developed a bit of a crush on this Seff. That didn't do much to tamp her inner defensiveness, though her quiet tone betrayed nothing. "How'd you meet him?" she wondered genuinely. Where had they met? Had anyone been there to keep an eye on things? Freyja was mature and accomplished for her age—sometimes, Wildfire forgot that she wasn't even six months old yet—but that didn't mean she didn't need someone to look out for her at all times. She was still a little girl in all the ways that counted.