Sleeping Dragon death by numbers

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The movement of her pack mates towards one distinct area was what called her interest, however, it is the rage-filled summoning of someone other than herself by the commander, that spiked her curiosity even more. Regardless of her nature towards Heda and Gyda's family (to whom the utmost respect did she give), she held little recognition for wolves other than her own culture who tended to depart their ways sooner than those who had come from one of the tribes. Seeing one of said qualities get in trouble - no matter the reason - gave her more satisfaction than she would ever admit. No mind that she had hardly been a prime example of success, upon hearing exactly what the stranger had done to a child she had quite admired would overrule any vengeful feeling she had. Traveling to stand behind the crowd that had arrived, she observed only angry glares and the sense of pure fury from Wildfire, in light of the unassured expressions of Freyja. There was little she could gather from these clues, only that someone was about to get in real deep shit, real fast.