Sleeping Dragon our backs tell stories no books have the spine to carry

Freyja had checked in the elk daily and had quickly seen it wither before her eyes. Temptation to go in and end its miserable existence was something that she fought in the days of trapping it, but soon enough, her Heda gave the goahead. She stepped in line with the rest of the hunting party with a plan to take on the creature. Though it was relatively easy to take down with the party, given the advantage of the geyser field, Freyja couldn’t help but stare at the blinded beast.

She found her gaze still glued to it even after the group pulled up to the feast. Once it had been placed, Freyja broke off from the group and sat herself near the prey as she wondered when @Hvitserk would get to the clearning. She only broke her gaze away as the Heda spoke. Wrapping her tail around her forepaws, and listened. When the group was told to eat, Freyja lingered despite her temptations, allowing the group to eat before she did. Though she was often territorial about food, she knew that this was a different circumstance and should be treated as such.