Sleeping Dragon somewhere a bloodmoon hangs in the sky

Toxochelys didn't ignore the grounder princess but she found, in her very short attention span, that she was growing bored. “K...bye,” She said to him in the common tongue, offered him a toothy grin before she turned and pranced a few feet away, habitually gravitating towards her father, as she studied each of the wolves gathered again, unsure who she wanted to approach now. Not her mom, and not really her dad. She saw them all the time. The others seemed to be preoccupied by her siblings and with a loud huff turned sigh she decidedly made her way towards Heda where she plopped down unceremoniously close to Thuringwethil's paws. “Hei Heda!” She greeted her loudly, because volume control for Eske definitely wasn't much of a thing yet.