Sleeping Dragon Apatite

She was poised just outside of the family den, tucking happily into the spoils of her successful hunt. The sunlight of early Autumn still harbored the warmth from the Summer, but Freyja had been warned that this would not last forever. This would be her first experience with cold weather and the Goufa did not know what to make of it.

She spotted Portia when she had a mouthful of field mouse and at the sight of the Skayona Freyja smiled and pushed herself to her paws as she swallowed the pureed meat. “Hey,” she called out with a wag of her tail, happy to see the spotted wolf.