Sleeping Dragon bone tongue

At the news of her promotion, a congratulations was praised upon the girl, Freyja, and Rebekka is no acceptation. Freya had surprised her; the ability to hunt and learn as well as she did at an age where Rebekka had not expected it. Children, to her, were basically useless until they could serve the pack yet Freyja had far exceeded any expectations the woman had assumed. For once and for other than herself, she felt a sense of pride. This was a daughter of one of her kind and she dipped her head towards the girl briefly, before murmuring a quick “Well odon,” The girl had earned it. While it had been an easy mistake that they had met, Rebekka was sure to see the youthling again and on better terms than the forgetfulness of her name. As others stumbled over words that were not their tongue, she drew her attention away from the girl to Heda herself, awaiting other news besides the welcoming of a handful of newcomers Rebekka would not jump to meet. Some she recognized, other she did not; it did not matter enough to her. Heda was her sole focus, and the woman would await her further instruction like she was meant to.