Sleeping Dragon Look what I got

When both children looked to her for guidance, Wildfire quelled the maternal instinct to give them instructions. She just smiled encouragingly, then glanced pointedly at the fleeing rabbit as if to convey, It's gonna get away if you don't go after it!

Both of them seemed to get the message, at least in part, and began to trail the wounded prey. Neither one was going very swiftly at first, though Freyja's instincts apparently kicked into gear. The hunter's black tail arched into the air as a pleased grin split her face. Go, go! she coached inwardly, still remaining mum as she trailed after the miniature hunters.