Sleeping Dragon If I had a voice I could sing

A third appeared, a woman as dark as night who watched from the shadows as Gyda and Wildfire, who seemed aptly named given her red coat, questioned her. Seeing as she lingered behind, Lag made no move to address her figuring she didn't want to be spoken with given her skulking. It didn't appear to matter, before long both departed with nary a word minus the whispers given to the Dronning.

Laggy smiled, shaking her head to ward off the apology. Certainly, something must be going on between the two for them to disappear so abruptly. Lagertha wouldn't hold them against it. The Valkyrie didn't bother speaking in her native tongue any longer, given Gyda switched over to English once more. 

The Viking Queen gave reason for the bare state of land, the lack of prey. Gyda admitted that she would soon be unable to fight with her advancing pregnancy. All the more reason for fighting wolves in Lag's opinion, though she didn't bring up her opinions. It would be unwise to make herself comfortable enough for such on the doorstep of unknown wolves. 

The Heda, an unfamiliar title to Lagertha but obviously as prevalent as Gyda's own, was the dark woman whom was called Thuringwethil. Lag nodded in understanding. "If I am admitted to the pack then she vill be shown the same respect."