Despite having slept for at least ten hours straight (well come on, she had been lost for months), the tiny viking was still exhausted. The ordeal with her parents had been a draining one; one that she certainly wouldn't be forgetting any time soon. Still, at least she was home now. Sighing, the child shook herself, some of the tension relaxing from her shoulders. Now she just had to find her brother.

If she knew Gunnar, he was going to be less than impressed that she had left without warning. Not that she had been able to help it, but presumably he didn't know that at this point. She needed to find him and explain, before he decided to resent her for the rest of their lives. Gunnaaar! she howled, tail wagging despite the mood she was expecting her sibling to be in when she did find him. She couldn't help being excited to see the boy again; she had missed him. Hey Gunnar, where aaare you?

Gyda speaks!