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

To the information Freyja nodded, knowing that she would have the chance to contribute alone one day. For now, she could with the help of an adult. She looked up to Thuringwethil with a nod, following after as she took a step or so closer to the border. Though all of these practices seemed slightly strange to the child, she knew that she had much to learn about the practices of the land.

Finding a nearby boulder, Freyja curled around it and rubbed the length of her body upon it. After she felt satisfied in what she had covered, Freyja trotted a step away from it and squatted, relieving herself.

When all was said and done, Freyja returned to Thuringwethil with a wagging tail, ready for whatever they were to do next.