Sleeping Dragon we met over a small earthquake

Thuringwethil put forth reasons as to why she thought that Gyda should not, but where Thuringwethil saw a potential disaster Gyda saw prosperity. She had faith in the wolves of Sleeping Dragon: they were young, yes, but they were also strong. Thuringwethil displayed her dominance before Gyda, but the shield-maiden did not relent, her hackles bristling in her annoyance. They were equals in this venture and she would not bow to her Heda no matter how Gyda might love her. “I understand your fear Thuringwethil,” Gyda made to soothe, calm even when Heda questioned her ability to lead subtly. It stung. Why was it so selfish to want children? Something that was as natural to her as breathing? To want to create a legacy for Sleeping Dragon that might help to ensure their future as opposed to destroy it? “Do not mistake my ability to lead simply because I want children, it's a natural thing to want,” Gyda's tone was clipped slightly, her composure wavering slightly under her dearest friend's doubt.

They were actually arguing. It was the first time that the viking queen could recall it ever happening; then again it was the first time that Heda and the Viking Queen had ever ruled together. Two strong women at the helm of a pack ...somehow this was destined to happen, it was only a matter of time. “Children will be good for Sleeping Dragon, Thurin. They will help to rally those who are more distant than the others,” Gyda spoke, wanting Thuringethil to see what she could see. “And if they put the Dragon in jeopardy then I will kill them myself.” Gyda spoke low, a slight glistening or potential tears at the brim of her eyelids as she contemplated the severity of the words she had spoken. Kill her own children. Could she do it? She did not know; she did not expect them to be anything but good for Sleeping Dragon.
 
“It will not be messy. I will choose a suitable male from outside Sleeping Dragon, a loner perhaps. I am not looking for a husband,” As a matter of fact the only male she'd ever been interested in romantic or otherwise was dead and gone and had to be some sort of sin because he had been her adopted father. “I want no strings attached. It should not be too hard to find a male willing to participate.” Gyda imagined her conditions might be something of a dream: a free ride without the hassle of ever having to worry about her coming back and demanding he be active in the resulting children's lives. As far as Gyda was concerned she sought a male only for one reason: the children he could give her. Aside from that, her romantic interests were — though she had yet to admit it, stubborn as she is — much more local.