Sleeping Dragon Simply to move through the sunlight

She'd be lying if she said she hadn't anticipated the question; usually it naturally followed.  "Well, it was like this.  We'd claimed this gorgeous piece of coast, well south of here of course, and things were good.  Good eats, good company, songs every night."  She smiled with satisfaction at the recalling.  

"But like anything good, someone else comes along and sees it, they probably want to have it for themselves.  Guess it wasn't worth the fight for most of them, though I surely tried."  She let a twinge of resentment enter her tone.  "Loyalty only goes so far with some wolves, sad to say.  And an intruding pack's a job for any to take on, let alone one captain without a crew.  Barely made it out with my neck, though I took a good number of the bastards down with me."

Sometimes when she told of this, she got a little more expansive, but she sensed Freyja hadn't the experience or the years to appreciate.  So she kept it tame.