Qeya River under the dome

Doing as she was commanded, Freyja watched on silently, her attention shifted from mother to child. She tensed in that moment, noting the stance change in all of the wolves around her, but remained quiet as she allowed the others to speak. In this time Freyja took the time to examine the pair before her and she quickly saw a resemblance between the mother and her beloved Portia. Though this wolf was much more rugged than the caregiver, she still remained as pretty as could be. Freyja presumed that the younger wolf was related to her somehow, given her protective stance, and her gaze lingered on him as he spoke.

He was handsome for sure and she found herself distracted as he spoke. There was an odd feeling she felt from within-- her heart drummed at an uncharacteristically high rate, and she attempted to rid herself of the feeling with a stiff shake of her pelt.

Once Thuringweithl spoke, Freyja broke her attention from Seff and towards the dark leader, only to turn back when she was introduced. She nodded in that moment and her gaze turned from mutual to expectant as she waited for the other’s reply.