Sleeping Dragon love isn't brains, children, it's blood

Looking to her mentor, Freyja listened carefully to what Thuringwethil had to say. Letting out a quiet yet expressive, “oh,” she nodded to the dark wolf and turned her attention to the horizon. Whatever they were on the search for was her choice, it was just a matter of her gathering information on what was going on. Yes, she could do that.

“I would like ta dew dhat,” she murmured after her moment of realization as her attention shifted to the spanning horizon before them. Everything seemed to be calm at the moment, nothing seemed to be out of place or troublesome. But, she could never be too sure.

Nudging her Heda, the grey-scaled Goufa veered their path to the left as she bounded deeper into the territory. “Dis way!” she called, her attention shifting all about as she attempted her scouting.