The Bracken Woods born again

There was a loud crack from a few feet away, though the sound echoed and Gyda's exceptional hearing had picked up upon the noise with little trouble. She drew in a deep breath, head whipping in the direction it had originated from, silver encased ears slicking back to rest at half mast atop her skull as fierce eyes scanned what appeared to be desolate forest. Perhaps, simply, a branch had snapped from a trunk and she had heard the cataclysm of it. Her steps had not resumed however, and her first theory was proven wrong when an angry howl tore through the frigid air, tearing the previous and relative serenity of the unwelcoming forest asunder. For a long moment the viking queen was hesitant; and yet despite this hesitancy she found her legs carrying her in the direction of the other creature with concise curiosity. 

Carefully, she picked her way through the thorn bushes and followed the violent trashing, though in truth the male, her nose told her the closer she came, was not making any efforts at being discreet. “þagga sjálfur” Gyda spoke, first, in her native tongue though after a few seconds offered in the common tongue, “Hush, the more you thrash about the worse it's going to be.” This seemed logical to the shield-maiden whose first thought was if there were any thorns in him anywhere he was probably only causing them to dig in deeper. Only barely did the Scandinavian warrior resist rolling her eyes at the display before her, despite how unfair her biased comparisons to her view of men was. 

No worries! I understand. <3