Sleeping Dragon knowledge of causes and secret motion of things

The stormchaser was not a savage child, but she was aware of what her destiny was. She knew that she would grow to be fierce - a warrior for her family. Though she was still young, the dragon had every intention of showing her skills. While Thyri was devoted to her siblings, she had grasped the concept of fighting with them. It was bound to happen; having four children in close quarters was just the mixing pot for a vast array of fights and scuffles, even the occasional mean word. Still, Thyri loved her sisters and her brother dearly. It was the only thing that caused hesitation when she followed their father out of the den and set her eyes on the rat in the dirt. 

Drawing a salmon-pink tongue across her muzzle, the girl's eyes darted from her brother to her sister with a feverish itch in her paws. It was right there, but Eske had only pointed out that there was not enough for all of them. There was a gleam in Gavriel's eyes that let Thyri know this was a challenge of some sort. She furrowed her brows and lifted her tail upward before attempting to step toward the meal.