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

Under normal circumstances Eske would have rolled her eyes and studiously ignored her sister's call but there was an underlying sense of urgency in it; a call to arms that had the grounder princess turning her head sharply in the silver sister's origin and racing towards her without hesitation. The closer she drew, her pace increased until her sister came in view. A rush of relief overtook Eske for a moment as she quickly assured herself that her sister was unharmed before her aggression rushed like the furious beat of a war drum as her fierce gaze flitted to the ...thing that was in their territory. It wasn't a wolf, that much Eske knew. Smaller than the growing Grounder girls and oddly colored. Contempt twisted Eske's muzzle, her lips curling back from her teeth as her hackles bristled at the ugly thing's insulting words spat at Freyja. Brazenly, the grounder princess slid up to her sister's side, her shoulder brushing the silver child's own.

Together they were stronger.

“chil daun, splita!” Eske demanded in a low growl, her own tail curling over her back. “Leave,” She commanded of the thing, snapping her teeth with her unspoken threat. “Before I eat you.” And then she smirked, as she contemplated if the insolent bitch trespassing would taste bad or surprise her and taste good.