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It is only when the stranger is out of sight that she relaxes, but only a fraction and it's not outwardly noticeable. Her body is still rigid and closed off, allowing several even breaths before she turns around to immediately lock her gaze upon the first born Dragon. The rumbling remains low in her chest as she closes the distance, urging them back into the safety of her claim before she says one word.

"Disobeying is not something tolerated, Freyja, and for a good reason," she says, voice stern, her teeth clamping back together to grind against one another. "It is my job to keep you safe and when I tell you something, I expect you to do as I say," she adds, feeling the comfort of the mountain on their side. While nothing would likely have happened, and they hadn't been that far, Freyja is no longer the face of danger. "Do you understand?"