Sleeping Dragon variable and full of perturbation

Just as the need for more hunter arose the pair was soon met with help. Filing in came two wolves-- one unfamiliar and the other a much more familiar. Offering a smile and a wag of her tail, Freyja smiled at Rebekka-- the wolf who had taught her about hunting just days before. When the grey-scaled wolf didn’t offer her another look, Freyja’s attention turned back to her father, slightly disappointed in the lack of a personal greeting.

Her disappointment was soon distracted as Gavriel fave out the hunting orders. She listened closely, hoping that she would get some sort of involvement in the hunt. When the attention was drawn to her, Freyja perked and listened to the orders she was given. “Yes, Noni,” she replied quickly with a nod, eagerness lancing through her voice. She was ready to go whenever they were and would follow once the commands were given. Butterflies fluttered in the pit of her belly as anticipation coursed through her being.