Sleeping Dragon east coast winters

Chessur could hear clearly the pride in the younger girl's voice. A feisripa, yet another rarity it seemed among the Drageakru ranks. Even more elusive, a shouna or fleima. There were so many Gonas here, Suri was surprised that Heda would've allowed it. They needed more variety, in her opinion at least, but Suri was just a critical stubborn woman. Freyja asked a question, and Suri was quick to answer. Ai kom daun sen nats kom gon, kom Trigeda. She explained, had it really already been a week since she'd arrived from Trigeda? It seemed like a much longer time period, with all the events that had happened, but it had only been seven nights ago.

Ears perked in a friendly manner atop her head, the red woman took another step towards Freyja, sniffing at the young female's pelt to get accustomed to her scent. When she finished she bowed herself, inviting the girl to do the same.