Sleeping Dragon there's galaxies hidden behind your tired eyes

The last thing she had expected when enterning the teekon was to be taken back to her roots. Infact, she had expected nothing from the male when he introduced himslef as Gavriel kom Seakru. Only when he demanded she return to Heda with him did she really consider she knew nobody else. There was strength in numbers, and she was no fool to wander alone amist a tragety. When she arrived at it's borders, she did not feel out of place. The Drageda forest did not feel foreign. It was not the same, but she had not wished it to be. There was a certian part of her that was uncertian of Gavriel's credibility. While he may have been apart of her tribe, she did not know him enough to blindly put her trust unto him. It would have been a foolish move to do so. If what he said was true, she would be more than hounoured to walk in Heda's new ground. She had done many great things, vicious, but great. 

She stood patiently just before the markings on the ground. Even in Trigeda, the boundaires were tight. No trespasser left whole, she did not expect less from Drageda. She did not think too much about making an impression, she did not even know if she would stay. If talk was true, she would do so. Even then, she would not pretend to be someone she was not. She could go on all day about this achievement and that acomplishment but it was not her. She could fight, and she could learn and that was simply, that. If there was such a place for her, that would push her to become great, she would take it.