Sleeping Dragon we met over a small earthquake

Gyda starts to ask questions and Thuringwethil offers a slight shake of her head. These things can’t be addressed now, even if they need to be. They had time, for now, and if they didn’t meet the compromise Heda was offering, then it won’t come to fruition. Between now and whenever Gyda can conceive is all the time they had and she couldn’t help but worry their time is limited. Drageda’s first set of children will not be born out of their blood, will not take some loner’s genes to pass along. Their first litter of puppies will be born and bred in their home.

Thuringwethil threat hangs, though, and even if she can’t answer the questions her queen has for her, doesn’t mean she won’t stand by it. Gyda’s litter hangs in the balance of what they find in time and she won’t stop short of killing them if she’s disobeyed. Her home has always come first, above her friendships, and this one wouldn’t be treated any differently.

“There are no answers to these in this moment, Gyda, when you’ve sprung this information on me. I’ve given you my conditions,” she says, but hesitates, watching for a flicker of emotion on her face; she knows the woman doesn’t like the restriction but for a pack that is theirs, they both need to agree or neither of them will get what they want. Biting back the rest of her words, Thuringwethil shifts her weight and makes her move to leave. Leaving the woman with something to think about, the dark leader has to take some time to figure out the next step in their plan.