Sleeping Dragon sleeping with the moon and the stars

After the quake, Freyja had found herself with a sense of duty. This feeling was one that had driven her to @Thuringwethil’s side. She knew there was much to be done in the wake of the mountain’s protest-- an act that still left the child baffled-- and she would do everything that she could to pitch in. The two had been drawn to the borders and Freyja felt that this was an opportunity for her to see if any of their non-wolf neighbors had migrated. Freyja, grimly, assumed that they had.

But it was as they walked the borders that Freyja caught a whiff of elk and quickly excused herself to go and see where exactly the prey was. The trail lead her from the border and to the geyser field. Some damage had been done-- that much was obvious by merely looking at the field. But, this was overshadowed by Freyja’s discovery. Somehow, in the midst of the chaos, an elk had gone astray Frejya lingered and smiled; it was almost as if the mountain was apologizing for the ruckus it had made.

She threw her attention over her shoulder and called to the Heda with a soft chuff, hoping to notify the dark-furred leader and anybody who happened to be around of what she had discovered.