Sleeping Dragon But please don't need it

With her attention to the East, Freyja’s attention scouted the empty lands before them. She took her pace slower this time, taking care to sniff out the trail she had caught. Keeping her head held tall as she held desperately onto the trail that she had caught. As she crept ahead, the eldest Goufa noticed that the smell was suddenly getting stronger. Pausing as confusion began ruling over her features, Freyja looked about, wondering just where it was coming from.

As suddenly as the scent began to grow in strength Freyja caught the approach of the older wolf. She had done it! Nudging her brother in the direction in which the spotted wolf earned, Freyja smiled at her brother. “We did it!” she said, her statement was quickly followed by Portia’s back. She waited in place until the other arrived and looked between the Skayona and the two-toned Goufa. “Hi, Powtia!” she replied. “Hvitserk wanned to see you!” She moved back then, giving the two wolves some space.