Sleeping Dragon better things

There is something that stirred from within the Feisripa, something fierce. It was a fire that burned in the pit of her belly-- igniting at the Heda’s confidence. She held onto Thuringwethil’s every word, taking them in as she spoke. But, in particular, she held onto the Heda’s titling for a queen-- Haiplana.

“I want to learn the ways of leadership,” she replied quickly with a passionate expression. There was nothing that the grey-scaled child had ever wanted more. “And I want to help Sleeping Dragon in every way that I can.” She knew that she had been benefitting the pack in her hunting, but she also knew that there was so much more she could be doing.

“What can I do to do this?” She asked, her eyes reaching up to the commander’s chest as she asked.