Sleeping Dragon sleeping with the moon and the stars

Soon enough Thuringwethil fell into line alongside. Turning towards the leader, she dipped her head and smiled. Her sight would have lingered on the leader for longer, but her attention was drawn away when a snap directed her attention elsewhere. Her expression grew worried as she looked from the leader, to the general area in which the snap came from, and then, finally, towards the wandering elk. All of this occurred so quickly that Freyja caught the horrific sight before them.

She flinched, her ears flattening quickly as she turned back to Thuringwethil. She had never seen anything like this before and, honestly, it was not the sweetest of sights. Looking to the Heda, Freyja looked up, as if she were looking for some comfort in that moment.