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

Freyja’s interest peaked despite Eske’s apparent disinterest. Her chestnut colored eyes followed the lazy lope of her siblings muzzle and soon enough Freyja found herself trained on the area as her tail wagged stiffly. The scent was still relatively fresh, despite the wretched smell of sickness, and perhaps with the two of them they could bring it down. Freyja knew that she couldn’t do it alone and knew that she needed her earth-colored sibling to be successful.

But, despite this, Freyja also knew that eske was not a hunter-- she was a warrior. Warriors, it seemed, did not enjoy the thrill of the hunt as the hunters did and perhaps this mission would not interest her.

But, despite these thoughts, she turned back to her sea-eyed sibling with a hopeful expression upon her gentle features. “Gaf in homplei?” she asked, expecting a rejection regardless.