Gyda had awaited Thuringwethil's return with unbidden curiosity, wondering how her talks of a coalition had gone with this stranger to her named Reek. What little Gyda knew of him had come from Thuringwethil herself and it was not enough knowledge to please the viking queen, especially if Heda's ideas of coalition worked though Gyda was ...skeptical. She was nurtured to not trust the idea of alliances: that at the end of the day Alphas would put their own pack first ...as they were expected to. Thuringwethil had seemed confident and had every reason to believe that the coalition would be possible, especially since it appeared as if Reek had come to her. Gyda wouldn't have ever dared to assume that Thuringwethil had went to him — for what could he offer them? He was a castoff, chased out of his own pack by his estranged wife.

Soon enough, however Gavriel and Thuringwethil taking their separate paths: Thurin making her way to where Gyda awaited her before where their wolves were gathered. Though Gyda had not expected Thurin to come back with fresh battle scars a quick glance over her assured Gyda that she was well; and when she took her place at Gyda's side the shield-maiden felt the tension that had made her muscles taunt in her shoulders for the time they were gone ease and allowed Thuringwethil to speak the news. It took a great deal of restraint for Gyda to resist letting out a soft snort but the Scandinavian managed. This news did not surprise her and thus erased any immediate plans she might have had to go and visit Reek as she had mentioned of doing.

“You and Gavriel should take time to rest from your trip, you two will do no good to us tired.” If there was to be a war, and it seemed that this was the path the Gods had pushed them onto, they needed every Dragon be on top of their game. “That goes for you all, rest and eat to keep up your strength; be prepared.” The mama bear viking queen added her own few words to what Thuringwethil had spoken. They all knew their roles and had their parts to play. Despite her worry for the wolves that followed them Gyda was excited. It'd been too long since the shield-maiden had been allowed to let loose her ferocity on the battle field and to this she looked the most forward.

The perpetual motion of the Dragon moves onward, and culminates towards the inevitable he's been keeping in the back of his mind -- war. Hence, his increased vigilance here on the home-front and knowing that at a moment's notice, things may change. So the Heda's howl came as little surprise and he wastes no time coming to rally amidst the rest of the pack, picking a spot nearby Lorne. The pack as a whole gathers and the explanation unfurls interestingly from there. 

It is the Phoenixes, unsurprisingly, and the coalition he knows vaguely of is not to be had. Dio accepts both with a certain shade of indifference, for he understands the implications of it all, and already he's churning towards the numerous possible outcomes. In his confidence of them, he sees them rising to victory..

Thuringwethil moves on to place him among the front line, and to this, he nods readily. His ideal spot, he concludes soon after, and while he is often hard-pressed to leave the mountain's claim, situations like this warrant it unquestionably. He is brute force, strength, and boldness granted by experience not all had already. Heda was wise in her choice (of him and the other wolves placed at the head of this all) and he accepts. This, he believes, will be advantageous for their cause.

When matters begin to conclude and he is satisfied by his last looks over the wolves assembled (assuming no objections arose between now and then), he moves off to ready himself for what is to come at the order of his sterling leader. 

The summons heard, Sangilak traveled with @Tatkret beside her. The duo moved sure-footedly through the terrain of Sleeping Dragon, and upon arrival Sangilak noted the presence of others. She had been at the opposite end of the territory with Tatkret, but at last they had arrived, and fortunately in time to hear what was transpiring. 

Sangilak needed no more information than the fact that she was going. Her aggression lately had been through the roof; any that came near her was met with violence, particularly if they were of the opposite sex. She kept a hearty distance from any female now, perfectly unaware of the changes her body went through though at this point it would not be evident, so early in. Sangilak said nothing, though felt her presence and its remaining here was enough. She would do what was necessary, like the savage soldier she was.