Sleeping Dragon chosen paths

The woman addresses Gyda appropriately, something that pricks at the base of her lips but she doesn’t let it move forward to her expression, and she feels the pull the rest of her body does to get her into posture. Her eyes remain focused on the new woman, watching as she explains the word to the both of them, even if most of the attention about her qualities is directed at her companion. 

Thuringwethil is content to remain silent, watching the exchange, but the shift in tone of Scythia catches her and she glances back to meet her gaze. Her stare is hardened when met but she doesn’t feel a challenge—whether the meaning behind her words have something else in store for her or because the wolf simply doesn’t know who she is. The fur on the back of her neck fluffs up and her shoulders square and Thuringwethil stops herself from stiffening up her posture even more. Gyda’s reply, however, causes her to break the long stare with the loner and look away from either of them.

Gyda’s request for more stories, however, pulls Thuringwethil back and in a tone not quite matching to her cover: “We could use a good hunter.” 

They’d gotten by without someone taking on the job and the leadership organizing the hunts for big game. The initiative by the others had fallen by the wayside, where she’d hoped Eli and Smoke would take it up, but their absence has been obvious. Thuringwethil’s gaze shifts from Gyda to Scythia, her head raising in the cant of her head, and her tail stiffens a little more above her spine.