Sleeping Dragon they've got the kingdom locked up

“Hmm,” Eske hummed in contemplation as she took in Thuringwethil's words. It made sense, and keeping to patrols inside their borders did not stretch the Gona's too far. To stretch their forces thin, which she surmised might be an issue with taking to patrols outside the borders would leave them exposed. It made sense and thus Eske let the idea drop. Heda ushered her along until they came to a corpse. It was once a wolf, according to Thuringwethil. The sight of the rotting corpse did not perturb Eske in the slightest. It was not her first corpse and she was not a squeamish child. She was a warrior, born of warrior blood. She would see a lot of corpses like this one in her life. “Woah,” Eske breathed, astonished. “Can I get marked too? When I kill, I mean?” She wanted to wear the marks that proved she was a warrior just like Heda did! She didn't get much time to investigate the corpse as Thuringwethil had ushered her forward once more and back onto task. “Was it hard? The fight, I mean? Were you ever afraid you would lose?”