Sleeping Dragon Borderlines

He'd been on the outer fringe of the heda's call's reach, but turned to answer all the same with a vague feeling of familiarity creeping on him. By the time he began to get closer, a second summons arose -- the urgency of it pressing him forward harder now. His ears fell back and he drove on faster over the landscapes.

He came loping onto the scene with Thuringwethil, Rebekka, and Freyja all present, the scent of an unknown stinging his nose and tensions palpable. With his proper deference still in mind, he bristled while gauging this situation before he searched the commander above all for the explanation: what happened? Everyone looked readied for something, Rebekka's pacing may have driven this home. At least Freyja appeared fine at first glance. Nevertheless, the unease was contagious and with preemptive frustration for the stink in his nose to have caused this disturbance, he glowered anxiously.