Sleeping Dragon you were a star, my dear, the brightest in all the skies

With Thuringwethil away on business, it was the prime time for young Seregryn to get a feel for things. She sought out the woman's sleeping quarters with all her sleuthing skills, and was hanging out by the entrance when the call arose; she thought of ignoring it for a split second before choosing to seek it out, as she was supposed to, and soon joined the chase with others of the pack up the mountainside. Seregryn slid in to position among them silently — then, realizing she was not where she felt comfortable, she moved ever closer until her lithe body was rooted near to the leadership. She cast a curious eye upon those gathered, but was swift to disregard them as Thuringwethil spoke.

Her orders were clear. She went through clusters of names, and when her own was called, Seregryn felt the brief flutter of butterflies in her belly. She was being instructed to stay back — to keep the Dragon safe while other warriors were taken to march against their enemy. Seregryn's fluttering belly suddenly ceased its nervous antics, and she looked tight-lipped at the wolves who were going. Crestfallen, the fos goufa would eventually leave the gathering to vent her frustrations somewhere private. For now, she fumed in the corner, believing herself wholly worthy to be running to battle alongside the heda.