Sleeping Dragon death by numbers

Freyja was still confused on the topic at hand, but, she let it go for now, uncharacteristically not feeling her normal thirst for knowledge. Since the ordeal with Goliath, her hunger for anything, really, had been quelled to an extent. Some days were better than others and today seemed to be one of her worse days.

Uneasily, she shifted at Wildfire’s question and looked away with a sigh. Though she had told Hvitserk what had happened to an extend, Wildfire's question had been key the open the floodgates of het psyche so that she spilled the beans on what exactly had happened to her.   

“A while back… something bad happened.” her gaze lowered from the distance of the territory and towards the ground at her paws. “Goliath was eating a ton from the cache and I tried to get him away from it so we would have food and then he picked me up and dunked me in the river twice and told me not to bother him again.” Her words were like vomit and she could not control it’s stream. "And ever since I haven't felt right." She returned her eyes to Wildfire as tears threatened to spill. But, despite this, she somehow managed to hold them back.