Sleeping Dragon death by numbers

In that moment Freyja felt lost in a sea of stares and even though said looks were encouraging, she found herself floundering helplessly. Her bounce periodically shifted from wolf to wolf as she attempted to read each of them. Eventually, as the Heda spoke, Freyja laid her eyes on Thuringwethil.

In response to the first question, Freyja nodded slowly as a frown formed upon her dark lips.  She did not feel like speaking but knew it would be needed in the bringing of justice. “I-It was almost a month ago,” she replied after a heavy pause. Panic began to rise at her next thought and she looked away, embarrassed by the tears that she felt in her eyes. “He started attacking the cache and eating everything in sight… I tried to stop him and he d-dunked me in the river… twice.” Despite her fears she pressed on through remembering what had happened. “A-And he said if I told he would finish what he started.” She turned back to the three leaders as she began to shiver in fear of her next thought.

“Y-You won’t let him k-kill me, r-right?”