Sleeping Dragon i'm going back to the start

It seemed neither female knew exactly what the creature was, exactly. Rebekka kept her eyes trained on it's shuffling movements, yet shrugged in response to the girl's question, as it had been her own. “Ai nou know,” Quizzical optics ventured as the animal moved, foraging, and completely unaware of the hunt against it. While Rebekka was an instinct-oriented creature, precautions were a necessary when in the company of an heir. When and if they chose to hunt it, Rebekka would have no experiance dealing with a creature of it's species; oblivious to how it worked, it's weaknesses and it's strengths — things she had always known before. While that every thought only drove her to do it even more, she had no wish nor intention of putting Freyja in blind while Rebekka herself did not know what to expect. “Don yu odon disha fou?” She turned to the girl. There would be less of a risk to know that the girl had experiance hunting before, and of an animal similar in size. Impatiently but unconsciously, her tail swung faster in anticipation oof the hunt.