Sleeping Dragon knowledge of causes and secret motion of things

She was thrown off by her brother’s ascent towards the prey. As he drew closer, Freyja’s attention shifted from Thyri and towards Hvitserk. The fur along her nape began to rise as she quickly cleared the distance between herself and the hair, a growl rumbling low in her throat as she walked.

When she was before it, Freyja quickly reached towards the rodent's head. Once she had a tight grip on the rat, her teeth firmly sunk into the creature's neck, she tugged fiercely at it, hoping to free it from her brother’s hold. Her eyes shifted as she did this, keeping an eye on the others incase any of them attempted to approach.