Sleeping Dragon i'm going back to the start

Her vigor heeded as the other greeted her by the wrong name. The hairs along her spine spiked uncomfortably and frown laid heavily on her lips as she paused before the Kru. “That’s brother,” she informed the other wolf sharply, a blaze kindling in her eyes. Without another pause, she offered a greeting. “I’m Freyja,” pride wove into her tone and her chin lifted. Though she was upset that she had been mistaken the other was quick to say something that calmed her swiftly.

Hunt.

Her eyes glistened at the word and she reached forward with interest and she nodded. “Hunt.” Yes, she was interested. Without another word spoken, the other bounded off into a nearby shrub. As she looked back, Freyja followed willingly with a smile, as if asking the dark wolf to continue alonge.