Sleeping Dragon i'm going back to the start

The two continued along the invisible path, Freyja followed along silently with her nose lowered towards the floor. She had tracked hare before and easily caught the trail as she fell into pace alongside the peppered wolf. Freyja did not initially catch the physical evidence of the prey’s presence and it was only as she was called to that she looked up from the trail before them. Her attention followed that of Rebekka’s, her eyes falling upon the parted grass. She was confused by just why this sight was important to their hunting, but it was soon clarified. Her eyes widened at the lesson and her head bobbed as she looked up to the older wolf. Never had she taken this into account when hunting.

Her interest in the other only peaked as a familiar tongue rolled into the conversation. Smiling softly, she nodded. “Ai see.” Trigedasleng was something that was shared amongst her family and she had never spoken it to anybody outside of their tightly-knit circle.

Taking a step forward, Freyja reached down to sniff at the trail and soon found that it’s scent was rather fresh. Turning back to the other, she waved her tail. “Em’s fresh.”