Sleeping Dragon Joining

@Silver: You might want to reply once more, Thuringwethil doesn't think she's gonna get away that easy, hah.

The female didn’t acknowledge her, though it didn’t bother her. She is close enough to listen, leaving herself with enough space to not really be apart of the conversation. Gyda’s body shifts a bit more, lifting her head high if she could, fur bristling to make herself bigger, and her words feeling Thuringwethil’s chest, finding heda’s response similar. Her already large form bristles and she lifts one foot, eager to rush forward.

Eventually, the other sees it won’t work out and she doesn’t have much chance. Her head still above her shoulder and tail waving proud like a flag. Her muscles tense around her shoulders as she slowly puts her paw back down, glancing only a heartbeat at Gyda before she centers herself into a launch.

With a roaring growl blazing from her chest, she hits the ground to quickly cover the distance between herself and the dignified wolf that threaten her borders. Thuringwethil’s large feet hit the ground in loud thumps to speed along the loner’s exit, mouth open should she not break into a run to free herself from her clashing jaws.