Stavanger Bay vikings mourn their dead

Don't worry about it! Anything will be okay c:

Krypton followed Gyda and let her eyes wander around the land. A beautiful place indeed, she would love to venture back here. Hearing how the foreign words fell from the the other woman Krypton's large ears perked forward. The Valley of Kings for this place? Well, it did look like it belonged to kings, it was breathtaking, even in the freezing weather. Perhaps Gyda would live here or return if she ever left? She did say she was a queen, and a king is no king without a queen and subjects, right? Well, that was no matter to Krypton, she stayed silent but let her eyes shimmer with her curiosity.

Seeing how the two were entering a forest, Krypton was sure to move a little closer to make sure she didn't lose sight of Gyda. The forest looked a little intimidating to her, and the last thing she wanted to do was become lost in unfamiliar lands. Reaching a clearing, Krypton heard Gyda speak again. The slave keep, something that was considered essential to Gyda's culture. That threw Krypton out a little. Never had she heard of a pack keeping slaves.

She knew some kept coyotes as slaves, but never other wolves. It was strange, and it seemed a little harsh to keep any animal as a slave. When the woman spoke about her father and the slaves, Krypton made sure to pay attention. Gyda's history was intriguing to her, knowledge was always power of brutality in Krypton's eyes. As the female concluded her talk about her culture, Krypton felt a little curious. She at least agreed, thieves and/or trespassers deserved to be taken away or ran out. And the fact that her father let them run to spread fear about his name, that was not just a punishment made by him.

Gyda paused and looked towards Krypton, almost as if she wanted to know if the tawny female were to ask anything about her culture. Krypton didn't wish to push the limit with personal questions, but she still had to let one of them slide. "Your culture sounds like it has a better order than mine." Krypton laughed, her family at home didn't have slaves like Gyda's, nor did they have a name to fear. Her family wasn't the most stable at times, but they had times to shine brighter than any star in the night sky. "Have you taken your own slaves before?" She asked, her head tilting a little at the other woman. Gyda didn't seem very ruthless as she would describe her father, nor was she heartless (like her father). Krypton wondered about Gyda, it almost seemed as if she belonged to something else, but it was only a gaze Krypton was tossing at her. She wasn't thinking deeper, it was just light thinking, barely scratching the surface.