Sleeping Dragon somewhere a bloodmoon hangs in the sky

All Eske had decided to take from the word “moving” was that they were leaving the cramped birthing den in favor of something that would house their small family and visitors with comfort. Which was great because the fearless grounder princess had begun to resent that cramped den that she thought of as a prison. She was finally allowed outside but never too far or without supervision; and to her general dismay her complaining and insistence that she could handle it didn't appear to get her anywhere. So, the youngest of her litter decided to make the absolute most of this trek as they were herded at Heda's call. Some of the wolves that had gathered already Eske recognized: Wildfire, and Dio. There was one that she didn't know and it was him (Toxochelys) that Eske went up to, studying the large branch he'd brought and laid at his paws after studying them all in equal measure, skipping over her siblings, mother and father (as she saw them all the time!). “Hei. Yu-de!” She called to him, wanting his attention in that familiar demanding way of her's. “Ai laik Eske.” She introduced herself as she'd practiced over and over, leaving off her weighty “credentials” which included "grounder princess, future queen", and "dragonborn" for the sake of simplicity.