Silvertip Mountain sword of kings

The dirt-colored woman kept a smile reflecting to her viking friend. She was so happy to see someone outside of the pack. Of coarse she loved them all, but she couldn't help but not want to be visited by someone else. Gyda's first question was about the event that have happened since their meeting until now to their rendezvous. The woman beamed and spoke with a happy voice. "Life has been kind to my family and myself." The woman didn't pay much attention to her words, but one broke her mind. Family. Never had she really said that her pack was her family out loud. Of coarse she loved them like family, and hoped they did the same. However she never really told anyone she saw them so close to her.

She looked to the viking woman and decided to ask her the same. "Has life treated you well too?" She was curious to hear about the viking woman, she hoped life was good to her. She deserved it, considering what Krypton had interpreted from Gyda's history of her family and culture. It sounded a little too rough for the burly woman's taste, but she couldn't argue with anything Gyda would say about it.