Silvertip Mountain sword of kings

As her howl lifted and trailed off into the cool air, Gyda watched a tendril of steam slip from between her lips; warm against the cool air that her breath rushed out to meet writhing in the air before it dissipated. In the time she had to observe before either Krypton or one of her pack mates made a presence she took a moment to study the mountain. It reminded her a little bit of Sleeping Dragon, the territory that Thurinwethil and her intended to claim for them and those who would swear fealty and loyalty to them and their ways. Unorthodox as they would no doubt seem to these summer wolves. At least, that was how she had once heard Ragnar call wolves of the Teekon Wilds (despite that she, herself, was a Teekon native). Gyda was not sure how long it might take her to get used to living on and  such a rocky and treacherous terrain — after all she was used to living on the coast. Perhaps Horizon Ridge had been just as treacherous ...but she could not really remember the Ridge all that well. Her time there was very brief before Ragnar had decided to relocate to Stavanger Bay. She would adapt. She was a Viking, after all — harsher than the north's icy winds, and as fierce as Freyja herself.

It was faint but Gyda's ears of silver velveteen had perked, attentive, as she picked up what she believed to be a bark given out shortly after her howl had died into the frigid winter air. She couldn't be sure but she suspected that it was Krypton. These suspicions were merely confirmed when the earthen colored female's silhouette, accenting her large and broad frame, came into Gyda's view. Her howl could have brought any one of Silvertip's wolves to greet her despite that it had held intention for only one, in truth. Nevertheless Gyda was glad that Krypton was the one to answer her call with her appearance. “Hello Krypton,” The Scandinavian greeted the Silvertip woman, cringing slightly as her accent played with the other woman's name in strange ways. Her accent was a mimicry of Ragnar's own and she wouldn't have it any other way (even if she did sometime feel secondhand embarrassment at enunciating the wrong sounds and/or butchering a name).