Sleeping Dragon Simply to move through the sunlight

“You just sorta do.”

Her confusion deepened at this. What about Rosalyn’s parents? Her family? Did those factors not matter to the dark-furred Kru? “But what about your family and where you were born?” she asked in turn of the explanation. She did not particularly care if she was invading on details of the other’s life that might have been too personal. If this wolf was to be a member of the Heda’s pack, Freyja wanted to make sure that she would stay and not wander off to a better option-- which, honestly, did not exist in the Fesiripa’s mind.

“My Mother was the Dróttning of the pack-- a position unobtainable to anybody else. She lead alongside our Heda.” A smirk riddled her features and her tone grew fond as she reflected on her Mother. Despite Freyja’s own desires in her quest for leadership she did not judge Gyda for stepping down in favor of raising the family. “She stepped down in favor of raising my siblings and I.” Her eyes shifted to the path before them momentarily so that she could make sure that the path was cleared for her injured packmate. “I think she is very much enjoying herself and her time out of the limelight.”