Sleeping Dragon we met over a small earthquake

Hearing Gyda snap back and defy her command causes the fur around her neck to prickle. She narrows her eyes and hardens her stare and she even takes one careful, calculated step forward. Thuringwethil already towers the smaller woman and her posture stiffens, easily shifting into Heda when the mask is often dropped around her companion. The dark leader bites back a growl but it doesn't stop her from scrutinizing the areas Gyda has left her guard down.

"We barely have our feet on the ground here and you want to put children into the mix?" she begins, words laced with venom that scalds even her own mouth. "We are not stable enough to support them and it puts our hard work into jeopardy." Barely two moons into their settlement and puppies would put a strain on them. Their hunts hadn't been successful lately. They've barely established their presence in the Teekon and she knows if something unexpected threatens them at their doorstep, they wouldn't be as ready as she's used to. They've yet to all come together as one but their progress is their every day.

Thuringwethil feels her heart beat wildly behind her breast, pumping quick enough it might erupt and break through her ribcage. Her time with Gyda had always been gentle and kind and easy but their reign together has put more stress on the commander than she expected. Their culture and background, while similar, might not mesh as well as she'd originally hoped.

"Was I wrong to assume you'd put our wolves ahead of your own selfish want?" This time, she offers a low rumble in her chest. It's quiet, inaudible, but Heda feels it vibrating beneath her skin. The thought of how Gyda might have children doesn't cross her mind because she isn't going to let this happen.