Sleeping Dragon chosen paths

The woman speaks in a tone Thuringwethil can appreciate but in a way some of it slips over her head. She is able to pick up the majority of what she’s being wolf, words that sound familiar to her in either tongue she speaks, and she opens her mouth to question before she notices the presence of her companion. She tenses, resisting the urge to adjust her posture, and swings her head to the side as Gyda steps up next to her. 

Her stance doesn’t lessen either and she pushes back when her shoulder is bumped. Her grey eyes watch their fur mingle before she’s drawn apart and coldness comes between them. The matter of business quickly jars her back to the task at hand when Gyda speaks. 

“This is Scythia,” she introduces, glancing back to the new woman, “She claims she can be useful to us. Tactician,” she begins her interpretation, “and a chronicler.” Thuringwethil’s intrigue remains tucked away, curious to see what Gyda will think of the woman. “And... venery? I do not know this word.”