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

She nodded to the Heda’s answer, not fully realizing that time was very much an essence for this report. In addition to this Freyja was feeling urge to pounce the creature, and despite how tempting it was she knew that it was not the time to hunt. With her attention still towards the horizon she voiced another question in regards to reporting.

“How do ya rewpawt?” The question came suddenly as the wheels of her mind churned. “We go find ‘em?”