Sleeping Dragon bone tongue

The meeting had been set, and were it not for the dark Heda's call, the young child might not have gone. Her limbs carried her quickly toward the setting of their gathering. As she drew closer,  she noted the scents of her siblings and then the other pack members. Pale caramel eyes scoured first, but the news of Freyja's rank whispered through her ears. A cold expression creased her young features. There was pride on her silver sister's face, but Thyri did not see it as being appropriate. Still, the young child kept to the back of the group and held her tongue. She would not publicly remark on such things. Still, the stormchaser did not do well to hide her distaste.