He sat simply among the group, never too close or too far away from any of the other wolves, but he readily gave his attention to the leaders -- Thuringwethil specifically. She gave him the impression that this whole matter was largely hers to handle since she had the details and a plan. He did keep an eye on the silvered queen as well, for her thoughts on this would matter just as much.

While his expression may have seemed outright impassive as he glanced around the group assembled, he was curious enough to find interest in this. He was adaptable enough to fill roles wherever needed, be them defensive or offensive, but he was admittedly lure by the potential for excitement in going abroad to oust the others. Since he had been taking it relatively easy since joining the Dragon, he had managed to rest and repair his condition a bit in the meantime, so he saw no fault in volunteering -- especially after the little red wolf spoke up with the first affirmation.

His display was not nearly so noble as hers, since he stayed with his rump on the ground with his tail curled neatly around his paws, but he was straightforward. "I can go too, if needed." he tossed in after Lorne finished. Dio would be understanding if the leaders saw more fit to opt for wolves they knew (and trusted) better, so he wouldn't be offended if he wasn't accepted to go for whatever reason.

Thuringwethil's call rose into the chilled air and curious as she was Gyda wasted no time making her way to the area that Heda had declared they were to gather for meetings. She did not know why it was that Heda was calling them, though Gyda was left to assume that it was far too urgent of a matter to wait until they had a chance to discuss it in private between the two of them. Upon reaching the designated area she arranged herself on the ledge, close to the hanging tree, watching as the pack gathered before her. The shield-maiden held herself tall and regal, her icy caribbean gaze touching each of them in turn, offering a small gesture of acknowledgment to their arrival, though it was Heda's arrival she found she was anticipating the most.

It took some time for Thuringwethil to arrive but eventually she did, stepping through the part of their subordinates as they made a passage for her to move through. Gyda's gaze was steady upon Heda as the ebony cloaked woman approached her, moving to her place at the shield-maiden's side. Gyda's attention settled upon Thurin when she spoke, her expression stoic and contemplative as she processed the other woman's words. A pack was looking to settle North of them. Subtly, the hackles along the nape of her neck began to prick as they bristled with disapproval. No. The North was their hunting grounds and she would not have them cut off and pushed in between a rock and a hard place.

She did not want to be trapped by Phoenix Maplewood or this unknown pack that wished to claim the North. Thurin spoke that she had addressed them and given them a chance to move but was looking to investigate, to make sure they made good on their promise by going with a small escort of wolves to chase them out in case they did not listen. Gyda was tempted to volunteer, sorely so. She was a shield-maiden and fighting was in her blood but if Thuringwethil intended to go then one of them had to stay behind; besides, if she wished to become with child when she hit her maturity within the next month then she would have to be conscious about her well being. She could not go into battle like a valkyrie with no fear of death when she wished to give life. “Then I will stay behind with the others. We will tighten our patrols and await your return.” She would ensure they were not idle while Heda and her group of volunteers made the venture North.

Lorne volunteered to go with Thuringwethil, the first to speak out of those gathered. Gyda gave a small nod of her acknowledgment, glad for the woman's eagerness. A male she vaguely recognized spoke that he would go if he was needed, but she remained silent. The group travelling north was Thurin's and thus was Heda's to choose. She cast her gaze upon the others then, waiting to see who would join their Heda and who would chose to stay with her to man the borders.

Some volunteered to go, some preferred to stay, and to him, it sounded as if it was lining up nicely and smoothly. When Thuringwethil made her choice with him among it, he felt a rush of smug pride, but allowed it only in moderation; this wasn't the time or the place for it. However, he knew he would be useful to them. He's bold, big, and not a stranger to fighting and defending because it had been his job to do it in his last pack. When he glances at the others chosen, he suspects they may make for a well-rounded and effective group for the cause. He is satisfied.

So, Dio stays put when others are seemingly dismissed. He'll listen to whatever details they will share.

Thuringwethil had made her choice out of those whom had volunteered to join her, and only slightly did Gyda feel a swell of jealousy within her breast for she very much desired to join them. She belonged on the battlefield, both the fear and desire of men and women as the great valkyries Ragnar had told her stories of as a child; but not this time. Perhaps next time, or after her children were born ...if she could even conceive at all. These Wilds had seen quite a massive influx of wolves since her birth and Gyda was not so ignorant to believe that this would be the last time a loner decided to park their merry band on their doorstep or their hunting grounds. So, she spared Thuringwethil a parting look over a dainty shoulder, after she had moved past her subordinates, partally sly and partially yearning before she gave an errant flick of her silver dappled tail and joined those whom had departed before her.

The others were her's and while Thuringwethil and her chosen three were away Gyda would tend to them, aid them with their work, and wait with them for Heda and the other's return and for the news they would bear.