Sleeping Dragon there's an old man sitting on the throne

the english didn't translate super well to trigedasleng so i made do & improvised a bit, lol.

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It was Eske bent her head towards the ground to sniff out a trail of a different creature to hunt that she heard approaching footfalls, her ears perked and alert atop her skull. Her head rose and it swung to face the familiar form of Freyja as her silver sister came to rest in Eske's blue-green view. It took all of Eske's willpower not to roll her eyes. Of course it would be Freyja. The set of Eske's lips was terse for a moment as she contemplated giving up her hunt all together. As far as she was aware Freyja wasn't aware it was her choice in secondary trade as Eske had only told Wildfire and though she did not the Bandrona well she didn't think the fire kissed woman would betray her confidence like that; and what was she going to say to Freyja? She certainly had no current intentions of telling her sister that she was trying to fulfill the homework Wildfire set out for her. For now, her pursual of the hunter trade was her (and Wildfire's) secret.

Except Freyja hadn't asked what she was doing, which was a relief. Instead, the silver girl had apparently been on the same trail of the sickly fawn as Eske. At least, that was what Eske had came to assume as she did not think Freyja ignorant enough to go after a full grown deer all on her own. “Strik? Nou os? Sha, ai op em.” Eske told her with a lazy gesture of her muzzle in the direction she'd lost it.

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