Sleeping Dragon Hiy hiy

She heard and understood, but kept her face void of understanding to the best of her ability. Seregryn wondered at just how much fun this could be — how entertaining her tricks could get, provided this girl never caught on to the truth. She would have liked to venture around the territory with her, to patrol and show her the ropes, which was more than could be said for others of the dragon-wolves. Instead of doing that, Seregryn found it more appealing to appear incredibly offended. She looked at the area where Wildfire motioned as she spoke, and her ears fell flat against her head. 

Seregryn pulled her face back as a what the fuck did you just say expression planted itself across her dark features, and then went off on a tirade of useless dribble she knew the red-furred girl would not understand: No! taim osir ge attacked den yu will be stedaunon, yu ste kwelen en need kom fis fou yu strechplei disha maun's eno-de. Chit taim osir don veidas? Ai will nou strechplei kom yu taim yu laik fis.

With a huff she turned and strode confidently away, her tail lashing at her hocks and fur raising across her spine in a feigned spell of irritation. Seregryn was outwardly very angry, but internally she was doing her best to hold in a great peal of laughter; mentally she was praising herself for having such a great acting ability, for surely it showcased her immense talent as a spy. She was hasty in her retreat — in part so that the act could be maintained without Wildfire's interference, and in part because the geysers legitimately worried her.

Exit Seregryn! I laugh.