With Gyda home again, things were falling into place. She was settling in once again and her scent around the territory was becoming more prominent and mixed in with the others. It is much more comforting than she'd thought it would be but it only propels them forward in their claim. With minimal trouble along their borders, adding an additional dominant wolf will only keep them safer.

Thuringwethil moves easily through the territory until she reaches the peak of their smell, locating one of the males kept at bay to inform them of her plans. With her companion home, she doesn't stress about leaving the territory for too long. Snacha and Lucani have done well maintaining in her absence but she'd only take a few hours at a time. She's able to get a few miles under her feet to explore her surroundings and really learn what she's up against. The valley she finds look promising. The slopes are not tiresome and there are sources of water available that, while frozen now, would benefit them later as a potential hunting ground. Should the lands not be fruitful for Thuringwethil when the spring comes, they'd need to leave, but thus far she sees great things happening in their future.

She moves, easily, until she stops upon a slope that gives her a good view. The sky is clear and the wind is mild, with only a slight chill coursing her. She hesitates in her travel then, resting her feet and drinking in the scenery.

With the wind against her, she sees the wolf before she smells her. The stranger doesn’t go out of her way in greeting. She has spent her time alone but it is not enough to shake away her expectations and way of living. Being attacked by the male over a week ago had been proof enough of that; they do not bow for her. She is only a straggler to them that has nothing but a weak claim on the mountain behind her. They do not see god in her.

Thuringwethil remains silent as she watches from a distance, smoke billowing from the other woman’s snout. The wind does not bring her scent near and her affiliation stays unknown. Her tail twitches behind her, even with her body, though her head remains above her shoulders. The same risk had been taken before with the unfamiliar male, but he did not understand the depth in which her soul has lived, through generations of warrior women at the helm that thrives through her body.

The other approaches and with each step, Thuringwethil is able to admire the traits the other wolf has despite the lonely winter clinging to her scent. A little thin, but large, and her strength is obvious in the way she holds herself. Her shoulders pull tight, tensing with the close proximity the loner dared to create. The dark leader’s ears cup forward with the sound of the greeting chuff once she’s come to a stop several yards away. Her features define and sharpen this close and her own dark eyes soften.

She’s left lingering in their silence without returning the same gesture as she curves her body to the side. Her fur bristles over her tense shoulders but a playful grin teases the corners of her lips. Thuringwethil ducks, a few snow-crunching steps and she’s trotting off into the valley, heading further north. Once she’s put a little distance between them, the yearling tosses her head over her shoulder and encourages the stranger along with a bark.

The female doesn't play along, continuing about her own way, and Thuringwethil takes it in stride to wherever she heads to next.