Sleeping Dragon whose line is it anyway?

Hvitserk’s successful pinning had lead to upset on Twix’s end, despite Freyja’s pride. In their time out hunting together Freyja has noticed that her brother was always much better at landing a pounce than she she was, Making a mental note of the consistency of this skill, as her eyes lingered upon him, she would ask him about the secret of his craft at a later time. It was as she confirmed this thought that Twix’s cries erupted and her attention was quick to shift. Wide eyes met the other’s panic and her attention panned from the pinned animal to the flustered one. Her fur priced uneasily and she felt an urge to brace herself in case the creature decided to attack.  

Thankfully such preparation was not needed.

Instead an explanation was spilled into the conversation and Freyja unwrapped herself quickly from her defensive stance. “A Racoon?” she mimicked curiously, looking to the masked animal with a tilt of her head. The animal went on to explain just why they were past the borderline and to that she nodded, understanding the importance of this game. Now that it had been confirmed that this was not a wolf she felt much more at ease-- she knew that non-wolves could come and go as they pleased. In light of this she stepped to her brother’s side and nudged his cheek affectionately, in way of thanking him for his help.

“I see,” she replied, turning her attention back to the raccoon with a wave of her tail. “Sorry we ruined your game-- I know I don’t like when that happens,” she offered sincerely.