Sleeping Dragon Getaway

“Wait--”

Freyja lingered, her ears perking as she listened. Soon enough, from the teary mess that was Wildfire, Freyja was invited to stay. Her expression brightened remarkably to this and she quickly pressed forward to clear the distance between them. “You don’t have to explain or apologize for anything,” she assured the leader with a wag of her tail.

“You can cry if you want, I can tell you a story-- whatever.” It didn’t matter what they did, Freyja just wanted to be there for the woman who had done so much for her. Perhaps overstepping her boundary in that moment, Freya reached forward to press her nose to the leader’s neck, knowing that this gesture often did wonders for her when she felt distressed.