Sleeping Dragon i paid the iron price

She had not been gifted with much upon her arrival, and that irked her some. But with Gavriel busied with his dealings between the heda and her second (the gray woman Gyda), Seregryn no longer needed a watcher. Her enthusiasm to explore this new place was lacking; all she had wanted was an audience with Thuringwethil. The fact that she would not get this was infuriating to the bratty Fos Goufa. She slunk through the area without the care she once took through the lowlands, no longer prowling nor playing games across the terrain. Her tail was level with her hocks, but then - as she gracefully moved down the incline of the ridge - she spotted a dark stranger lurking upon the edge, and her tail raised like a banner of command.

It was more like she saw a shadow and then heard the thunderous steps accompanying it, but it did not dissuade her. In fact, Seregryn was made more bold as she careened down the mountainside. When she was closer, she slowed her approach as best she could - half stumbling in to a tree, clipping it with one shoulder to her dismay - and then lurked among the greenery, trying to hide herself as she stalked and watched the bear-like woman. This was a pack mate, one of Thuringwethil's chosen followers... But that didn't mean they weren't fair targets for her tireless games.