Silvertip Mountain sword of kings

For @Krypton but left it open just in case. c:

Things had changed. In big and many ways since her arrival back into Teekon and her run-in with Krypton. The Scandinavian woman's ambitions hadn't went anywhere, in reality they were in full swing, but Stavanger Bay and even Ravensblood Forest were off the plate. She hated to leave either ...they were sacred to Ragnar and thus they remained sacred to her but Thurin was right even if Gyda was reluctant to admit it, and together they could strike their own legacy. A meld of their respective cultures ...cultures that were truly not quite so different from one another. In some way as if the Amazon pack had mushed together with the Viking pack and had made Thurin's once home. Regardless of the change, and now the distance between their respective territories Gyda had promised a visit of sorts. This was her keeping to her word ...and to tell Krypton of where she could be found (for good) in case the other woman wished to pay a visit of her own.

This was her last stop before her return to Sleeping Dragon. She was anxious to return, anxious to resume preparations where she had left off. Anxious to see what progress Thurin had made in her absence. Gyda Loðbrok was a woman of her word, however, and she would not return until at least some kind of message was made if she could not outright get ahold of Krypton. Her pace slowed as she neared the borders of Silvertip Mountain, eyes cast towards it's peak stretching towards the cloudy afternoon sky. Gyda left a respectful distance between their borders and her own before she lifted her muzzle and let out a howl.