Sleeping Dragon Don't you dare forget the sun

Gyda had been running a patrol of the borders when the call had risen, cutting through the frigid air. The first loner to grace their borders. The howl at the borders was amiable enough sounding but the viking queen did not habitually trust this, especially because she could not yet see the wolf that had made it in question. It did not take the silver draped shield-maiden to come across the loner at her borders, but Lucani had beaten her to it, nevertheless. Gyda's posture was dominate upon her approach, signaling to the loner at her borders that she was the one in charge. A nod of acknowledgment was sent to the Gamma whom had beaten her to the punch, inviting the lone female to state her reasons for having called. She did not dismiss Lucani from the scene, letting it up to the Gamma if she wished to stay (perhaps she was going for guardian as Gyda herself was) she could and vice versa. 

The potential reasons for the howl were easy enough to assume, though, and while the viking queen waited for the loner's response she took a moment to allow her chilled caribbean gaze asses her. Her fur was mottled colors of the earth but she was malnourished. Bones protruded beneath skin and fur and habitually this concerned the Scandinavian. Was she ill? Or just starving? Would she even be able to contribute? Yet the viking queen gave no voice to these concerns, nor did anything change the stoic expression she kept.