Cerulean Cape there's something the dead are keeping back

The commander's guard hovered still, clearly listening in on their conversation. Ragna did as Thuringwethil did and ignored him, for the most part. Every so often her eyes darted to find him. This she did shrewdly, she would not be so quick to trust these two when she was alone and far from help. Still, most of her attention was on Thuringwethil, with whom she was actually conversing.

The woman repeated her name, then went on to name Gyda. She had lived in Odinn's Cove for a time with her half-sister, but had not spent much time with her. Heavy was the crown, and heavier the head that wore it. Half-sister, she said by way of explanation. Immediately Thuringwethil had earned a modicum of trust, for any wolf that was fit to lead Gyda was one to respect. Where is your claim? Should Ragna feel inclined, she wanted to know where to find her half-sister.