Sleeping Dragon the end of a bloodline

Their walk had sent a certain peace to wash over him, and while his Heda spoke of war, Tanja remained as emotionless as ever. Any pack that couldn't  take what they dished out would surely fall with due time, so to hear that this troublesome pack had gone fleeing with their tails between their legs, well, it didn't surprise him. Drageda was a force to be reckoned with, this he was certain and just like the rest of his brethren, Tanja would have no qualms with ending a life that threatened Drageda's claim. 

It is only when the Hedonakru are mentioned does any emotion reveal itself on the man's face. Memories of how his commander's most trusted advisors had betrayed and abandoned her came rushing back and a snarl tore from the man's lips. "How can you trust these outsiders with our secrets?" he asked, eyes desperately searching for any answer among her features.