Sleeping Dragon Borderlines

The pursuit manages to slip past the two warriors by some sample of luck. Rebekka curves back empty-handed and Heda stares for a long while after the culprit has gone. Irritation flicks her ears and her chest remains puffed out, worked up and frustrated, and she takes a few blind steps forward as a plan formulates in her head. There hasn’t been another to show to help along the borders, which only further proves to irritate her, and she can’t help the snarl that bursts from her jaws.

She snaps her attention toward Rebekka, registering the last several seconds. Rebekka, the Trigeda wolf she hasn’t seen much of, but is hesitant yet to dismiss. Her stare remains briefly, but she glances to Freyja and then sends a call for @Dio. Perhaps he has been on his way this whole time, or farther away, but nonetheless her urgency reaches as far as she can send it.

“Do you have her scent?” Heda asks in their shared tongue once her attention returns to the kru.