Sleeping Dragon this world was built on blood and battles (just like you)

Thuringwethil had made her choice out of those whom had volunteered to join her, and only slightly did Gyda feel a swell of jealousy within her breast for she very much desired to join them. She belonged on the battlefield, both the fear and desire of men and women as the great valkyries Ragnar had told her stories of as a child; but not this time. Perhaps next time, or after her children were born ...if she could even conceive at all. These Wilds had seen quite a massive influx of wolves since her birth and Gyda was not so ignorant to believe that this would be the last time a loner decided to park their merry band on their doorstep or their hunting grounds. So, she spared Thuringwethil a parting look over a dainty shoulder, after she had moved past her subordinates, partally sly and partially yearning before she gave an errant flick of her silver dappled tail and joined those whom had departed before her.

The others were her's and while Thuringwethil and her chosen three were away Gyda would tend to them, aid them with their work, and wait with them for Heda and the other's return and for the news they would bear.