Sleeping Dragon How weak is that?

Despite her company with Seff, Freyja had felt as if there had been something missing from her life. Hvitserk’s scent was fading from the packlands and this concerned the argent-coated woman greatly. Though she had done the same thing to him when she had went out to travel, she found herself still worrying  for her brother’s wellbeing and hoped that he would return to them soon.

She had pulled herself from the den that she shared with Seff that evening to get some fresh air as she attempted to get a handle on everything that was happening in her life presently. Her parents had left for Seageda suddenly, Seff was healing after the scuffle with the coyote and they would soon be leaving Sleeping Dragon, and Thyri had stopped by to tell the Fleima of where she had went. It seemed as though the winds of fate were leading their family in different directions and despite how scary the unknown seemed, Freyja embraced it fully.

She wandered the star-light territory silently with a light jog with no destination set. Instead, she simply enjoyed the night and kept to her thoughts as she meandered.