Stavanger Bay vikings mourn their dead

Gyda's voice was so soft when she spoke, Krypton could barely understand her. Her ears were able to pick up her words though, Gyda wanting to eat and battle alongside her father in Valhalla. Krypton portrayed the place to be heaven and agreed with her. She wished she could meet Cloud again, even just one time before she too perishes.

Making her father proud sounded to be a goal for Gyda. Of coarse any child would wish to make their parents proud, it was a main power source for the way many act. Hearing how Gyda didn't fear what most did, nor did she wish to claim something that she didn't earn; it encouraged Krypton. Never had she met a wolf that was so driven, passionate about something she holds dear. Most of those whom she had met, they had minimal goals in life. 

When she spoke about proving herself, Krypton knew that too well. As a pup, she was first born and held to the highest standards possible. In combat or medicine, stamina building or hunting; she would always have to be the best no matter what. If she failed, she was only shown faces of disappointment, expressions she loathed to see. 

"You hold a courage not many have. You hold it without the strings of ignorance tied into it. I have never met someone who had only the positive thrive in them." She offered to her. Her words weren't lies, many wolves who were courageous held onto their ignorance, it was almost a side effect to be brave. Krypton never felt very brave, she knew it too. Although as a puppy she was fearless, she grew up to be a coward after her past events. She is at least able to smuggle those feelings with an emotionless face.