The Bracken Woods born again

Nah, it's completely fine! <3

The rapid shift of his behavior did not go unnoticed by the shield-maiden as she made her approach, deliberately slowing, the hairs along her nape prickling with caution. It was miraculous how one moment he howled as if he had lost a leg only to suddenly be rid of his painful ailments when he noticed her come into view. Unease washed through the viking queen, initially intent upon offering him assistance until the shift. Now she was unsure, and she did not enjoy being in the presence of a wild card. She would fight if she had too — this was no qualm nor issue for Gyda but she did not rush to tooth and nail so quickly. 

His mouth opened ...which was his first mistake. His second mistake was calling her baby, and his third mistake rested in the croon of asking if she ...she! would lick his wounds clean. Her stare was deadpan, and as utterly unamused as one's expression could get, her eyes narrowing with enough of an edge to cut steel, she hoped. “I am not your baby,” The Scandinavian spat at him with unbidden disdain in her accented voice. “I was going to help you,” until you opened your mouth and spoke to me "No. I do not.” Gyda responded curtly with a slight raise of her tail in a dominate posture as it lashed behind her. His attempts at impressing her or luring her (or whatever it was he intended with that voice) were in utter vain.