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When the tree was thoroughly desecrated and her anger ebbing, Seregryn relented in her assault upon it. She folded back upon herself, settling in to a reclined position upon her haunches, but this did not last. Soon she was twisting to face her pile of herbs, leaving the scattered remains of the tree's thick skin littering the dark of the woodland. In turning she noticed the beastly woman -- she was a black pit -- and instantly Seregryn began to bristle. She worried that this woman was some kind of spy, working perhaps as Thuringwethil's eyes among her people. But it was only Sere's racing heart and high adrenaline which coaxed such a ridiculous conclusion from her. This woman likely heard the crunching and tearing of the tree and came to investigate.

The girl chuffed softly, and then disregarded her fellow dragon; she sought the pile of herbs and began to nose through them, sifting out what looked edible and what smelled rotten, or what might make a good paste for her neck, but it was clear that Seregryn lacked the finer details. Eventually she huffed and lifted her snout from the pile, thrusting forward one of her paws and undoing her attempted organization with a flick and a grumble, before settling against the ruined tree's scored trunk. She did not look to the shadow nor ask for help, because Seregryn was a self-assured child -- she would not ask for help from anyone, and was likely to refuse it unless the need was great.