Sleeping Dragon red: the color of desire

It was with a great deal of concentration that Freyja listened to Gyda, her features mutual, yet, her eyes were full of life as she took all of the information in. There were many things that she had not considered in her quest for leadership, but Gyda’s tale did not hinder her inner ambitions. No, they only fueled the flame. “It seems like he had to do what he had to do,” She remarked, her expression thoughtful as she turned from the horizon to look up at her mother. Though Freyja generally liked to be well accepted amongst the wolves in her pack, especially with her siblings, Freyja knew she would have to shake this eventually.

Reflecting on what Gyda said, Freyja felt a certain kinship towards her late Grandfather-- as if she could relate with him. She had already worried for Sleeping Dragon’s cache and had protected it with force. She knew that such practices would only become all the more important when she led.

With the reflection still fresh in her mind, her curiosity grew for her grandfather and his pack. “So, Grandfather did not lead like our Heda, right?” From what she had gathered, her parents came from different upbringings and she was curious how they differed. “Like, the rankings were different and his beliefs were different, right?” Her tone was questioning and her eyes were hungry for the information that she wanted.