Sleeping Dragon death by numbers

Freyja's explanation allows it all to make sense, and while he's not surprised, it doesn't make it easier to digest. But, he knows what has to come next. The girl's concerns prickle at his fur -- how dare he make her feel this way in her own homeland? However Heda makes it clear, and moves it all forward towards a summon. Once Freyja was beside him, he offered her a small nudge of comfort (should she want it, but he won't find offense should she not considering all these going-ons) and then his guard is dialed up on her behalf, all while hotly anticipating the arrival of Goliath.

Many others arrived soon. He watched the various reactions of concern, curiosity, and otherwise beginning to sense what is up here, he believes. Gyda's words pricked his ears her way briefly, and he couldn't help but glance to Gavriel when he got there too, for their thoughts on this are sure to be important. He's easily glad they're both here, for Freyja's sake most of all, but still the one who their commander requested first and foremost did not show. Dio waited as the seconds ticked on and on.

When he caught Portia's eyes on him, he gave her a quick, small nod and wiggle of his tail. His expression remained drawn blank and stern, considering the subject matter here; his attentions were already spread between watching the arrivals and keeping an eye on Freyja. He knew as much as the Heda wanted to share would come very soon, but most of all, he was still waiting for Goliath to show himself, who continued to remain absent. Beginning to feel annoyed about more heaping disrespect, as if he needed to dig his hole any deeper.