Sleeping Dragon they've got the kingdom locked up

In her sleep, Eske's paws twitched, a low growl rumbling in her chest as her lips curled back followed by a loud huff. She would dream of battle. And of victory. Her victory. It was just as the sweet taste of the illusioned victory had came to her that the soft whuff shattered her dream and Eske was awaken suddenly. She gasped in a breath, hopping to her paws before she was truly awake, blinking rapidly in the dark confines of the den, for a second unaware of where she was. It was not until consciousness began to dawn on her did she recognize Heda's familiar form. It was a ...surprise to see her, the Goufa thought. She'd been spending much time with her two siblings lately, and though Eske was far too proud to admit it she felt left out. Jealous, even. Which only proved to nurture her natural aggression towards the two spotlight stealers. Gyda, though, had been teaching her things in the meantime. Her mother's ways were not those of the Grounders but her mother was more than a formidable warrior and Eske respected it even if she could not understand the Viking's way. She was the Grounder Princess, not a Viking but again, would never admit that aloud to Gyda, though this was mostly to avoid hurting her mother's feelings. The concept of Gods and their roles went over the girl's head. She struggled to believe in something she had no proof of.

“Emo nou hir, Heda.” Eske informed her, unable to entirely keep the scoff out of her voice. She didn't mean to be disrespectful, especially not to Heda of whom there was no one Eske respected more; but she assumed she had came for her siblings as to which had seemed to have left her sleep to go about their day. Which was good. She was always particularly grumpy when they woke her up.