Sleeping Dragon chosen paths

Usually Gyda prided herself on attending to those that would come to their borders with the desire to join the Dragon's ranks but this time she held back if because she had crossed Thuringwethil's scent trail heading in the direction of where the call had originated from and thus did not think her intervention was needed. After all, Heda was her equal and thus just as capable at accepting wolves into their ranks. Yet, after a few minutes of taking her patrol in the opposing direction did the shield-maiden stop and turn loping towards the stranger and Heda, curious as to how Thuringwethil went about accepting wolves into their ranks. Gyda had no doubts that they went about this different than the other, as was expected for they were two different wolves. Ragnar had taught her diplomacy where it had mattered, though it could be claimed Gyda was more capable of dissuading by speech then action than her mentors. 

She slowed as she approached them, Thuringwethil's dark form against the snow dusted backdrop catching her eye first, though what held it was her stance. It was dominate but not as dominate as Heda's should be; though this question was explained by the last tidbits of their conversation that Gyda caught. Why was Thurin not acting as Heda but as another guardian? A subordinate? It did not inherently make sense to Gyda but the shield-maiden figured there was some reason for this and so she did not deign to ruin it. “My collection, you say?” Gyda inquired with a slight tease as she moved to Thurin's side, her tail above her back. She paused long enough to offer the darker woman a small nudge before she turned her attention to the woman who used terms the Scandinavian woman was not familiar with, eyes of fierce caribbean blue studying her.