Sleeping Dragon Borderlines

Anticipation remained within her emotions long after the trespasser was chased off; yet the snarl of the Commander internally caused her to flinch. Lowered eyes refused to meet Heda's gaze, as if choosing to run off the female was a sin in itself, and a lazy decision rather than to chase her down to the ends of the earth. Regardless of the fact Heda's anger was not directed to Rebekka, the woman seemed to feel the wrath all the same; equally as motivating as it was terrifying. Head dipped, the woman replied with a clear tone, a pawn's response to a higher power that could as easily chase her out for her failures, as Rebekka had chased out the trespasser. With the distinct aroma of the loner on her senses, she could give the reply with full confidence.  "Yes, Heda,"

With a flickering glance to Freyja, she wondered what the Commander's will was to be. While the Kru would not dare to question the decision of the cheiftess, and was as equally awaiting to taste the blood of the trespasser woman on her tongue, what was Heda's objective other than to place simple revenge on an already destined-to-fail loner? As they awaited the arrival of an officer, a foreign delegate chosen to be apart of Heda's inner circle; she paced. While each seond ticked by, the woman ran an extra distance, and Rebekka stood pacing.