Sleeping Dragon knowledge of causes and secret motion of things

Though Freyja was one of the least confrontational in the group, she perhaps was one of the most food-motivated. It wasn’t the matter of eating, either, it was more so that she had possession over the food and could eat at her leisure. She did not like being rushed when she ate, nor did she like competing for her food. She liked killing it and eating it herself.

She was given a rude awakening when she followed her father and littermates out of the den. Settling alongside Thyri, Freyja watching on quietly as her father dropped the morsel before them. Drawing her tongue over her lips, she looked from the meal and to Gavriel expectantly, silently wondering where the rest of the food was. When he did not retrieve anymore, she felt a pang of irritation. Why didn’t he have her help hunt? Surely they would come back with more if she would have been involved!

It was in the midst of this thought as her nearby sister took a step towards the morsel. Switching her attention quickly, Freyja lowered her ears and bore her teeth as a fire ignited deep within her. “Thyri,” she growled deeply and uncharacteristically, taking a step so that she was close behind her sibling.Keeping an eye on Thyri, she looked to Eske, ignorantly ruling out her docile brother as a threat in that moment. “Nou, Eske.” She then took another step, her own tail lifting.