Sleeping Dragon death by numbers

On a regular day, a growl from the Heda would have Wildfire rushing to submit and apologize for stepping out of line. Today, however, the Bandrona didn't even flinch. There was a deadly look in her eye as her gaze swept over the territory at large. Her attention only snapped back when Freyja revealed the timeline: Goliath had attacked her a month ago. Her mouth opened in shock, then clapped shut as she tried but failed to swallow the growl that bubbled up her throat. This savage had hurt the girl weeks ago and had been living among them this entire time?!

When Freyja mentioned the male's threat, the delay made sense and only further infuriated the yearling. At the Feisripa's question, she literally saw red, like a mist that clouded her vision. It startled Wildfire, causing her to blink rapidly. The instant her sight cleared, she began growling again, only now she made no effort to bite it back. She let it surge up and out of her, a surprisingly loud and wrathful noise that distorted her face into a bloodthirsty snarl.

"We'll kill him first," she promised in way of reply to Freyja before addressing her fellow leaders. "Won't we?" Her voice was less uncertainty and more livid promise. Of course they would punish Goliath for what he'd done. He would never touch or even speak to the young huntress again, because Wildfire personally vowed to rip off his face and paws.