Broken Antler Fen She's got a smile

Genie remained carefully impassive throughout Wraen's story, although incredulity and a twinge jealousy surged through her veins. She wanted to see dragons too, even though she was pretty sure they were fake. Although, to be fair, pups were tiny and their version of big was not the adult version of big, so what Wraen might have thought to be dragon eyes could simply have been the eyes of a large wolf. The yearling shook any remaining thoughts of dragons away, she didn't want to linger on things that would prove irrelevant later.

"Shame," Genie said, lifting a paw to avoid stepping on a particularly large branch, then padded forward to join Wraen. The girl inhaled sharply, sifting through the various scents that filled the air, and scrunched up her nose.