Sleeping Dragon Apatite

She lead the way without another word, her instinct kicking in as they drew closer to the river. Her gallop was one that was lightly-stepped; she hoped to make little noise in fear of chasing off the otter. Thankfully the pair was not far from the river when huffs and puffs started to come from Portia. Slowing, and throwing a quickly glance over her shoulder in warning, Freyja gradually brought herself to a crawl.
She lead them blindly without another word. Though she had a good handle on the smell that they were tracking, she still had no idea to just what laid at the end of the scent trail.

Pulling up onto the bank carefully, Frejya surveyed the area quickly, her eyes falling upon a standing creature across the river. It was unlike anything she had ever seen before. It stood oddly, favoring two paws over four, and held a rock in it’s hands. The otter was preoccupied in the stone, giving an unfair advantage to the wolves.

Taking a second to break her gaze away from the strange creature, Freyja looked to Portia with a tilt of her head and whispered an inquisitive, “Is that it?”