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

She followed quietly, her attention wavering from Thuringwethil to the parklands before them She did not know what to expect these borders to be like, but she was eager to find out. As they drew ever-nearer to the invisible barrier, Freyja began smelling the scent that often rolled from her own pelt and the pelts of her packmates. As it grew stronger, her attention shifted to look up to the Heda, her expression turning curious as he silently wondered if they were near.

Just as she had looked up, Freyja’s questions had been answered. “Wow,” she offered quietly, her attention returning back to the borders with curiosity still shining in her dark eyes. As they lingered more questions came to mind and though she did not know how to articulate such thoughts, she managed to get something out: “How long issa here?” she asked, attempting to voice the question “How long will it be here?”