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Moments after the shield-maiden had greeted him, Goliath lowered himself into submission and returned her greeting with her title. She nodded her acknowledgment and gestured with her muzzle for him to rise. He seemed a lot more comfortable showing her respect now than he did upon his joining which was good for him. Gyda did not like to exert her dominance. She was a queen, not a bitch, after all. She only showed dominance to her pack members if she felt it was needed for they knew who she was and that she held the helm beside Heda; but she did not tolerate insubordination well. Perhaps because Ragnar hadn't and everything she'd learned from leading had come from the legend himself or her half-uncle Dagrun — who was ten times more vicious and hostile than his soft spoken brother. 

“That is good,” Gyda commended Goliath when he informed her that he'd been patrolling since very early in the morning — at least this was what she assumed he meant by “first sun”. As she was still trying to remember her common tongue (for Norse was a much better and by far her favorite language) she still had some trouble with remembering her translations and Goliath's unique way of speaking sometimes made it hard for her. In this Gyda suspected they were on something of a similar page. “Would you care to join me?” The Scandinavian asked with a sweep of her muzzle. She liked to patrol alone but she did not mind company if he was willing to tag along. 

Besides, it would give them a chance to catch up. She began to walk then, and inquired softly, “How are you settling? Do you like Sleeping Dragon so far?” hoping that he was following along and thus heard her questions.