Rising Sun Valley You're gonna miss me when I'm gone

“Maybe I can visit!”

Unable to quite control herself at this instance, her tail waved and a fine flush settled along the bridge of her nose. She looked away momentarily as a smile crept onto her lips and she soon returned her gaze with sparkling eyes. “I’d like that very much,” she replied in an uncharacteristically quiet voice.

When the subject came to her culture, Freyja found herself sitting up a little taller as she looked at Seff. There was so much she wanted to share with him but felt as though she had so little time to do so.
“Drageda is a culture lead by our Heda. She leads many different wolves, in many different territories that span beyond the Teekon. We pride ourselves in the wide capabilities of our members and will do everything we can to provide for one another.” She smiled, hoping she wasn’t boring him with this. “I’m the Feisripa there-- I specialize in hunting, but I also am attempting to become a chronicler and learn all about Drageda’s past.” She paused then, allowing him a moment to digest everything that she had said.