Qeya River under the dome

Each day promised Freyja another chance to learn and today was no exception. She followed the Heda dutifully from the safety of Sleeping Dragon and into the unknown. When they had arrived to the gentle shore Thuringwethil began to speak of Drageda’s history. Freyja listened carefully, taking mental notes of everything that she could, and followed along.

But, just as the story was getting going, something had distracted the dark leader. Pausing as Thuringwethil did, Freyja caught sight of the mother and son quickly. Tensing as her Heda did. She did not know much about the scents of the surrounding packs, so any new scents made the grey-scaled child uneasy.

Doing as she was beckoned to, Freyja backed up a few paces but kept her eyes on the two strangers before them, holding herself high as she observed from her comfortable distance.