Sleeping Dragon Joining

The nerve of the stranger before her is insulting to the shield-maiden who would not have her position as one of the Dragon's rulers — the other of which lingered near to her — pushed about as if it were nothing. The stranger had no right to be dominate in a place where she would be anything but and she was trying Gyda's patience. A warning snarl wrenched itself from the shield-maiden's lips as the loner dared to meet her eyes, speaking her arrogant words of “not getting along” smirking as if she would be the one to have the last word. As if Gyda would stand for such disrespect. She glimpsed at Thuringwethil over her shoulder for the briefest of moments, making eye contact with Heda, her look unspoken yet Gyda knew that Heda would understand. 

“If you ever come near my pack again I will tear your lungs from your body,” The Viking Queen threatened. If she even caught so much as a whiff of her scent it would be enough for Gyda to seek action against her. As it was, the shield-maiden held back as Thuringwethil — a blur of dark fur — lunged past her, towards the woman. Would they both have given chase to her, she would stand little chance. Leave her with something to remember us by, Gyda thought, a flash of the damage she did to the trespasser's leg flashing before her mind's eye for the briefest of moments.

The shield-maiden offered no sympathy towards the loner, and did not deign to call Heda back to her. For all Gyda cared, Thuringwethil could kill the other silver woman and it would have no bearing upon the viking queen.