Sleeping Dragon sleeping with the moon and the stars

Clearly the pair was at an advantage in this situation. The elk had been stripped of it’s ability to successfully save itself from the looming predators. Turning to Thuringwethil, Freyja nodded. “I can help keep it here,” she volunteered with a bob of her head. Her ears perked in her interest as the leader mentioned Wintam Dina and she tilted her head in her curiousity.

She did not speak a word until Thuringwethil had spoken. But, when she did, she met the leader’s facts with a question that was laced with suspicion. “Does the land always bless us with food for Wintam Dina?” It seemed quite peculiar to her that the mountain would bless them. But, then again, perhaps this elk was merely an apology for the havoc it had wrecked, as she had expected.