Sleeping Dragon bone tongue

The Heda’s call came just as the Goufa had stretched in the sunshine as she savored the lingering warmth from Summer. Autumn had made itself apparent in the mountain territory, but Freyja was not certain that she was ready to give up the warm weather just yet. Pushing herself onto her paws, the child shook herself clean and headed in the direction of the meeting space. As she abandoned the perfect napping place, she reassured herself that it would still be there when the meeting was over if she was still feeling tired.


She arrived without much hassle and seated herself towards the front once she filed into the area, offering her leaders a dip of her head as she looked up to them. As she surveyed them, she could not help but feel intrigued of how powerful their Heda looked on her perch. She was used to their leader’s presence on a more intimate level and could not recall her looking so powerful. In that moment she wished that she looked that powerful, too.

Once the other’s had gathered Thuringwethil began to speak of the changes that had come upon her pack. Regarding the new members with a dip of her head, though she had already met most of them personally, she turned her attention back to Thuringwethil as news in regards to her rank was told.

Fesiripa.

She froze in that moment as a mixture of excitement and accomplishment overcame her. She had not expected such news but, regardless, was excited to hear that her hard work in learning the trade had paid off. Perking herself up, the Feisripa beamed under the Heda’s gaze. “Mochof, Heda,” she replied strongly from cloud nine, her heart thudding in sync with her tail.