Sleeping Dragon death by numbers

She half-expected Freyja to insist on tagging along behind her, so when she heard footfalls, she spun to say, "Stay here, we'll—" It wasn't the Feisripa, however, but the commander. The sight of her mate was soothing, though it was short-lived. Her teeth actually gnashed uselessly for a moment as her anger flared up again. She couldn't stop picturing Goliath grabbing Freyja—an image fed by her own experience with Goober—and partially drowning her.

"He—he tried to drown her. Freyja," Wildfire managed to get out, barely able to put a sentence together. The frustration of it only incensed her further. By now, every blade of fur on her body was standing on end, prickling with wrath never before seen on her. She truly looked her name at the moment, her chestnut eyes flashing. "He—picked her up—dunked her." Wildfire seethed before spitting out his name: "Goliath."