Sleeping Dragon death by numbers

She had only meant to tease, yet she sensed a genuine uneasiness in the young girl that caused a ripple of concern to pass through her. Wildfire frowned, another wave of apprehension washing over her at the words "something bad." Without realizing she was doing it, she rose onto all fours and scooted closer to Freyja, making it clear the youngster had her undivided attention. Her red ears tipped forward too, taking in every single one of the youngster's words.

A heavy silence fell when she finished, as Wildfire struggled to process the information. She didn't know Goliath personally but she could picture him manhandling the smaller Freyja, forcing her into the stream, effectively waterboarding her. Heat flashed through her like a brush fire. When she looked into Freyja's face and saw the dampness in her eyes and the unhappy contortion of her face, she felt a sickening feeling sinking into the very marrow of her bones. Another flush of warmth subsumed it, however, as fiery hot rage engulfed the Bandrona.

"He—he—" she attempted to respond, only to find her voice shaking with unbridled fury. She had the presence of mind to control the anger twisting her face to say, "I am so sorry that happened to you, Frey," before throwing her head back with enough force to audibly crack her neck and baying for @Thuringwethil and @Dio for good measure.

Then, despite her best efforts, uncharacteristic acid leaked from her tongue. "I'll fucking kill him myself." A breath seethed through clenched teeth. "Stay here, Frey," she demanded, dropping her head to begin sniffing for the perpetrator's scent to begin hunting him down.