Sleeping Dragon bittersweet poetry

@Dio!

A strong wind buffeted the mountainside, making the conditions outside less than enjoyable. Despite this, Freyja was out and about with a relatively busy day marked down in the history books. The sun was falling fast and soon enough it would be dusk, bringing even more frigid conditions to the followers of Drageda.

Positioned before the main cache, just outside of the common den site area, Freyja took a step back and looked on proudly. Having dug through both the filth and flesh, Freyja had spent the day organizing. She had cleared out the rotting flesh, thankfully it had been a mere field mouse than had gone sour, organized, and caught a rabbit to add.

Giving the storage area one last look over, the child smiled a shook herself off and admired all that she had done. Though the collection was growing, it was still not enough to sustain the pack for a prolonged time-- if the need ever arose. Freyja knew there was much work to do, but, for now, she took the time to be proud of herself and the job well done.