Sleeping Dragon east coast winters

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A week. Freyja was surprised that it had taken her this long to be officially acquainted with the other. But she would not let this get to her. Instead, she’d make more of an effort to reach out to the newest members of the pack. She added this to her ever-growing to-do list.

She watched carefully as the other reached forward to sniff at her, but she did not move a muscle. Instead she stayed still to let the other get more familiar to the pack’s scent. When the other pulled back and bowed, Freyja took the opportunity to reach forward and to the same to the Kru. Her tail swayed gently as she sampled the other’s smell, not really knowing what to expect. She had never been able to smell the scent of the north, but as she sniffed she was easily able to catch it. Though it was not much different than the smell of the mountain-side, there were some noticeable differences in it all. She was surprised how the scent of Drageda had already settled heavily upon the red-furred woman’s pelt, but she did not take a point to comment on it. Instead, she tucked that information away for a later date.

“Chit kofon os?” She asked suddenly once she had pulled back, curious to know what this woman had to offer the pack.