Sleeping Dragon the end of a bloodline

The situation had never been ideal. She came here alone to scout for their new cleansing and finding Gyda, a longtime friend, had been laid out in front of her, even if Seageda had been left to pick up the pieces for themselves without her there. They have been put through hell and back, she is sure, and she hasn’t even considered the possibility she may return one day soon to see the damage done. Wolves have come and they have gone and, so far, those that have remained in Drageda have earned their own spot. Heda’s followers that do not come out on the other side dig their own graves, shedding everything they’ve built over generations, and for that she cannot be blamed. She has done what has been asked and with success. If her wolves wish to question her, she will hear them, and they will hear her answers, but for now she waits for that day.

Instead, she decides quickly, “do you?”