Sleeping Dragon Paused parade

The world was wet, gray and dreary. Wildfire was tempted to stay indoors and sleep the day away. Instead, she set out into the mid-morning rain—well, it was more of a gentle mist at the moment—to find something to eat. She bypassed several caches as she headed toward the outskirts. This weather called for a hot meal. Fresh meat, she thought, licking her lips.

The damp made tracking a bit more difficult than usual but the hunter loved a challenge. Her nose skimmed over the wet grass and slick leaf litter near the territory's southeastern border. Her black tail swayed above her hips, the tip switching back and forth. Every so often, she lifted her head to squint through the watery haze, amber eyes glowing warmly in the rainy gloom.