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

She listened closely to what the dark-furred Heda had to say. She took in the information with vigor her curiosity drawing in the information with a sense of hunger. The conversation shifted and as it did a sense of curiosity came about her. “Where issa de bawders?? Whatssit like?” She had yet to journey that far and was unsure of just what these borders were.