Cerulean Cape there's something the dead are keeping back

The female introduces herself in a way Gyda once had when they first met. Wolves proud of their heritage, their parents, their position. It had been why she and Gyda had gotten along so well even with their differences. It was what fused Sleeping Dragon together into what it is today. While Drageda has claimed the volcano for themselves, the vikings have their hand in it. Their presence will remain in generations to come, proven by the children the shield-maiden of Drageda had produced.

"Ragna," she repeats, cupping her ears forward eagerly. It is not the first time she's run into a family member not far from this area and she begins to wonder what the odds of it happening again will be. "There is a woman that lives in my claim, Gyda. Ragnarsdottir. From the bay," she says with a little struggling of the foreign word. There are few words Heda knows of her friend's own language but her tongue struggles to produce the same sounds every once in awhile.