Sleeping Dragon a prophecy

scuse me while i ramble & then pass out

The gray woman rallied off a list of her grievances, which Seregryn heard only because she was still so close to the scene, having not moved from her spot. It was like hearing the other fos goufa of Seageda complain of their various wounds after their tutelage; this was a woman who demanded respect, yet whined like a newborn child begging for the attention of their mother. When Thuringwethil's attention deviated so that it focused solely upon Gyda, Seregryn shifted her weight and leaned around the heda, watching, judging with her eyes.

Then, as the leader abruptly turned to face Seregryn, the girl returned to her stationary position with the intent to look innocent, though she knew she was not. Of the three wolves gathered Thuringwethil was the calmest, and Seregryn emulated that quiet confidence as best she could, though her pulse raced and her agitation was difficult to hide. At the very least she hoped to be more composed than the gray pretender by the Alpha's flank, but there was no way of knowing how convincing she was.

But then again, perhaps it was in vain.

Thuringwethil is watching her plainly, studying her, and Seregryn cannot help but lift her chin under the scrutiny of her idol. She hears the question and doesn't know what to say at first. The lessons of Seageda and Trigeda were firmly rooted within her, but it has been some time since anyone has mentioned the old laws. Seregryn tries to drum up any memory of her lessons and it is evident by the slight shift of her ears, the subtle half-squint of her eyes as she tries to focus.

In the end she only murmurs, Jus drein... jus daun? And the hesitance in her voice is enough to show the heda that she has perhaps forgotten some of the teachings. Seregryn thinks a moment and feels the weight of the situation for the first time — she has not drawn blood, so that answer must be wrong. Yet she has indeed disrespected their secondary Alpha, and knows the punishment must be a grave one.