Sleeping Dragon Sugar

Wildfire had definitely been moody lately, more fiery and wrathful than ever before in her life. She knew it was because of the hormonal changes taking place within her. What she did not expect was to wake on this sunny but freezing late November day and feel as if there was nothing more she wanted to do than run around and chase her tail. She felt strangely spunky, which didn't exactly bode well for the mending cuts and scrapes on her body, particularly the one on her thigh.

But it felt better ever since Portia's treatment with the oak leaves and she wasn't about to waste such high spirits. Wildfire stepped out of the den she shared with her mate and tipped her head up toward the cold sunshine with a smile. She then broke into a trot, wincing only slightly when the flesh of her thigh pulled a little painfully with the movement of her muscles. She whipped her head around to check that nothing was bleeding before facing forward again and speeding up to a sprint.