Sleeping Dragon got so high off volcanoes, now the flow is so lava

Serenity was about the Feisripa, a calming sense of peace that she did not feel too often. She was often all too preoccupied by her own thoughts-- thoughts on what work needed to be done, what borders needed to be marked, what wolves needed to be fed. She had never had the quicential childhood that most had, but she wouldn’t have had it any other way. She was born to serve her Heda, her pack, and her family.

Such duty drove her to a stand suddenly, as her eyes fell upon the nearing form of a stranger. Though familiar, this creature was not any wolf that she knew. The hair upon her hackles raised and a growl pressed past her lips as she swiftly jumped down from her ledge and towards the general direction in which the other wandered. She was out for blood, for the individual that had been so careless in their actions and that had trespassed onto the Heda’s lands.

From afar the individual had looked like a malnourished child, one that she assumed would be out for Freyja’s precious cache. A cache that she had already protected ferociously.

Soon enough, she was upon the creature, her tail raising. “I suggest you turn around and get out of here while you still have the chance.” She forewarned darkly, her tail lashing as her eyes burned upon the other’s body. Without another thought, Freyja lifted her head and let out a call for @Hvitserk and @Eske.

As her call echoed through the mountain territory, Freyja returned to the other, holding back her attack and giving the other a chance to make the right decision.