Sleeping Dragon east coast winters

With her belly still full from Wintam Dina the previous night, Freyja pulled herself groggily from the den that morning. She was met with a frigid slap to her snout once she was fully out of the den. Though she was tempted to turn tail and go back to sleep, the child convinced herself otherwise and shook her coat sternly. Despite how disgusting she felt, she would not fall to such temptations. It was not often that she felt the need to lay around, and it was even rarer that she even listened to herself on such desires, but with the dropping temperatures Freyja found that denying herself was more difficult than she had anticipated.

Her winter coat was coming in nicely and kept her warm enough during the day. But, for whatever reason, she found that it never seemed to help whenever she first exited the den.

Naturally her paws drew the Feisripa southward as she was put into autodrive. Frejya often found herself traveling further and further from the location that Goliath had held her underwater to simply get something to drink before she officially started the day. Doing just this, and still somewhat in a haze from her sleep, Freyja made her way to the river with a sense of determination. Though she had no official agenda for the day, she wanted nothing more to get started as early as she could so that she could cram more into the day.