Sleeping Dragon Like it's 1975

Freyja settled lightly besides Wildfire and soon felt the weight of the spoken words. Frowning, she exhaled and nodded despite the lack of confidence she felt. “I need to be strong for the pack,” she admitted, her gaze breaking from the Bandrona for a moment to settle upon the horizon. She had been picked on so many times by Thyri for being weak and pitiful and the child felt a need to prove her sister wrong.

Her gaze returned as the Ambassador spoke of conflict and the disbanding that resulted. Thankful for the story, as it was really taking her thoughts away from Goliath and the shadow he casted on her life, she delved deeper. “I wonder if they’re still a pack,” she wondered aloud, her tail twitching at the thought. “If not, maybe, they were already not that strong of a pack? It seems odd to disband after being run out of your own territory.” she sniffled after she spoke, her body slowly coming down from the emotional peak that she had breached.