Sleeping Dragon effects of external conditions

To her relife, Gavriel did not disappoint in his answer although the low grounder count did make her wonder. Why had no others come to join Drageda? She remembered vaugely a female relaying the news of a new tribe to Trigeda, who was still under Heda's behest. But from there, she had not cared to remember much. However, the name of the Fos Goufta did ring many bells in her mind. Everyone knew of the desendents to the throne, and the great honour they had to inherit the spirit of the Commanders before them. Rebekka did not have the privilage of knowing one, but she was bound to meet her if they lived among the same grounds. This, was good news.

At the time of Vercingtorix's departure and return, she had not even considered leaving her used-to-be home, so anything outside her confines had not been important enough to consider. But now, it concerned her; there had to be more still to come, at least from the remains of Seageda. "They will," Rebekka was strong in her opinion, and truly believed that her fellow wolves would come to Drageda, drawn by their loyalty to Heda and not of mere coincidence. The loyal will come, she was sure.

Her eyes follow Gavriels to rest at her feet, namely what laid at them. The mouse, she had almost forgotten. The girl looked back to him, unsure if he was having second thoughts about taking her meal. She did not mind. Afterall, she was not nearly as important as he, and the chain of command still applied to her life. But, the opportunity to meet the she-wolf who had taken a spot beside the Commander was too intriguing to pass up. Rebekka wondered how she female had done it, a spot as valueable as ruling beside the Heda was not granted for good looks, but for someone with true skill. The female could only be a match to Heda's power, and for that reason, Rebekka feared the Gyda.

"Children?" Well, this was news indeed. Rebekka was hardly the gossip but she couldn't help wondering the most obvious question; who was the Father? But her skattered mind did not weigh in on the question for very long, before worrying about the bigger troubles. "But we are admist a famine. They will surely die," It seemed the only reasonable outcome of the children's lives, as sadistic as it was. If anything it was surely inconvenient, as they were starving as it was. Nevertheless, she made for once, an unselfsh decision. "I will bring this to her. Where does she live?"