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

Looking from the figure and towards the dark-furred Heda, Freyja’s head tilted heavily to the side as she was asked what should be done next. “Do we needta repawt the hawre?” She wasn’t quite sure just what they needed to report when scouting, but she was almost certain that this was something important enough to report.

Based off of Thuringwethil’s response, she would choose what they were to do based off the information she was given and the pair would go from there.