Sleeping Dragon spooks come out for a swinging wake

@Portia!

For some reason Freyja felt sore. She wasn’t sure if it was how she had slept or if it was the impact of the hunt yesterday against the goose-- all Freyja knew was that she had a problem and Portia was the wolf that he could aide her. The pain thrummed dully in her in her left forelimb, high up near her shoulder.

Pulling herself from the family den, Freyja limped into the bright light with a frown upon her face. She hobbled over a few paces from the den’s opening and turned her direction towards the large boulder that marked the Caretaker’s den. Whimpering lightly, Freyja stared at a distance. If Portia did not stir from her den she would call for the multi-toned wolf. But, for now, she wallowed in her own misery and willed the other quietly.