Sleeping Dragon Knock me off my feet

It is lucky Aaron hadn’t done anything to harm either of her wolves, regardless of whom she’d sent down there. Any scratch on either of them and an army would be upon his head faster than he could comprehend, but she’d scanned the girl earlier in their conversation and hadn’t picked up anything but a little wear from her travel. Distracted in the thought of bloodshed, for the moment, she almost misses her head bobbing her answer.

“I have something I caught this morning by my cave. You can eat, then rest,” she says and smiles, nudging her along to follow.