Stavanger Bay vikings mourn their dead

Her slightly-curved ears flicked forward at the other wolfess' words. She at least thanked her; Krypton had done something right. But upon hearing about the inheritance differences, Krypton felt a little confused. Of coarse, the oldest sibling would gain the title if the former alpha passes, but Gyda seemed to be one of the most maturest wolf's she had ever met (even if she hadn't met the other siblings). Humble was the only word that could describe Gyda in Krypton's mind. Hearing how Gyda spoke about being a queen, Krypton could only nod. Although she didn't fully understand Gyda's system of rules and traditions for her pack culture, it didn't mean Krypton couldn't respect it.

However, she was surprised for a fight to the death just for the title of alpha. Normally around Teekon, wolves who lost would just go into a normal ranking or be ran out; but never had she heard of the formal alpha being put to death. In her eyes, when Krypton looked at Gyda, she saw humbleness no doubt, but she saw a spark of something else that she couldn't quite name. That would bug her until she could name it off.

In her own family, death was a tragedy, but also an extreme penalty. Normally if an alpha battle is lost by the former alpha, the new reigning alpha can either choose to run the former out, keep them in the lower ranks, or in rare cases, be put to death. That only happened if the former alpha was found of tyranny and what not. It was not normal though for that to happen, she hadn't seen met a tyrant alpha before. However, death was a penalty made only to those who did not abide by the laws of the land; to those who were reckless and showed no respect or dignity. Then was the only time death was acceptable. Krypton felt a little relieved to not have been born into Gyda's culture.

Krypton felt saddened when Gyda spoke about not knowing what has become of her family. It made her think for a little, she doesn't even know what happened after she ran away a year ago from her own family. Then, the wolfess answered the last question with a little bit of a pause, as if she was unsure with her answer.

Hearing how the wolfess spoke about her father, how he was a legend; Krypton smiled at Gyda when she said he inspired her. But when she spoke about her independence from her father's own views from others, Krypton couldn't agree more. Even if your own family members from the past live up to a high name, not everyone can live in their shadows. Gyda wanted to be her own legend, to inspire her own; Krypton could not argue with her. 

"Carving out your own legend?" She asked first, before reassuring her question with a statement. "Not many are brave enough to venture and make their own shadow; their own tale. You are a brave woman." She said gently, a calm look adjourning her fluffy face. Never before had the tawny female met a wolf like Gyda; she was truly a one of a kind to Krypton.