Sleeping Dragon our backs tell stories no books have the spine to carry

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Eske hadn't joined the pack hunt, instead favoring a solo hunt of her own. She'd caught the scent of a fox, familiar to her as it was, and had tracked it down and brought it to a swift end. It wasn't the fox that had antagonized Freyja but Eske hoped that her silver sister would appreciate the irony of her gift to the pack nevertheless. It wasn't much but it was what she could manage to scrounge up without missing the celebration entirely. As it was, she was fashionably late to the party. A quick glimpse around had her gaze touch Heda and the other leaders of Drageda, then to her parents before her gaze touched upon Freyja, who sat back from the kill the others seemed intent to devour. Whether Freyja saw it or not Eske offered her a toothy grin around the limp fox that hung betwixt her jaws before she laid the body down near the elk before she retreated. For a moment her gaze sought her other siblings, noting Hvitserk's absence. Her gaze found Thyri who radiated defiance as she stared at Freyja and Eske felt her hackles bristle. Freyja was her rival thankyouverymuch. As Eske was having none of that, she boldly moved towards Freyja, and if the silver girl allowed her, sought to offer her a rare, albeit affectionate bump of her muzzle against the eldest's chin. “hei sis,” Eske grinned, offering a flash of her teeth at Thyri. “gyon au choj op.” Eske encouraged Freyja. It didn't seem right that she had yet to take her spoils from what was her prize, too.

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