Moonspear nothing can stop us

Thistle heard the small call and she looked around unsure. It was a requesting howl, but to be truthful she didn't want to leave the comfort of her den. There were small pelts and it was pretty. She had made it herself, something to occupy her time, to fill the void of lonliness. She tilted her head and trotted towards the borders, but was stopped short by the sight that met her. Dash and she stared at the female studying her, was that her Gyda? After so long. She made to ghost forward and then stopped unsure if her daughter would want her attention. Most of her children in her own mind hated her, thought she was terrible. Whether it was true, or her own self-loathing projections she wasn't sure. So instead she studied her daughter with apprehension and then spoke knowing if the girl understood the harsh language it was Gyda.

Gyða er að þér?