Sleeping Dragon they've got the kingdom locked up

Eske's ears flicked in Heda's direction as her commander breaks the silence that had settled between the two of them as they walked the patrol route. Eske's gaze slid to seek Thuringwethil out of the corner of her eye before it settled to the territory outside of their borders, silently daring any one of the shadows to be something more. Yet, they remained simple shadows, as if to emphasis Heda's words. Eske hated to admit it but ...this was kind of boring. She very much understood the necessity of it and as it was apart of her goal to become a Mercenary she would do it, dutifully, waiting for the day she got to lay tooth and claw into someone who dared to test her. Training, on the other paw, wasn't nearly so bad. At least she was getting to exercise her natural aggression in a “healthy manner”. “It is...quiet,” Eske said slowly. Whether that was a good thing or not she had yet to deduce. “Do you ever patrol outside of Drageda's territory?” As she had with the den she'd begun to feel caged. She wasn't yet allowed to leave the territory (not that it would stop her, in truth) and she yearned to explore what lay beyond. “What happens if a loner does not obey the Gona that greets them?” She supposed if she was going to be spending a lot of time on these borders scratching and urinating on them she should at least know the protocol for what happened when action did come knocking on their doorstep.