Sleeping Dragon somewhere a bloodmoon hangs in the sky

She watched carefully as newcomers began to flock the scene. Some of them she had met while others were strangers to her. She lingered at her brother’s side as they were introduced and as her name was call her posture straightened. It was as her posture straightened that she caught eye of her favorite red-furred individual.

“Wilfiwa!” she called, gathering herself onto before galloping to the other wolf. She greeted the leader with a poke with her nose to the other’s foreleg. “Issa time ta hunt?!” she asked, hopeful that it was indeed time to go and hunt.