Sleeping Dragon in a coat of gold or a coat of red, a lion still has claws

After her traveling from Nova Peak, Gyda had already been resting and Thuringwethil had taken up a few hours rest before the morning. It was little but enough that, when Gyda found her in slumber, had to wake her. She stretches her limbs but something is urgent enough to get her on her feet a lot sooner than she cares for. It's enough to keep things still business between them; they've barely gone into anything personal since their disagreement but no potential males in Drageda had warranted discussion.

Gyda kept her in the dark for most of the way and she remained relaxed until they were close to the borders. The dark leader's shift of posture is smooth well before the smaller woman vocalized their announcement, before she see who they were greeting.

The name Seageda sent a shiver down her spine and her fur bristles. She had considered sending Snacha back for information but quickly tucked it away for another time. Now, there are three of them at her doorstep. Heda thinks to ask her name but by then, the scent and sight is enough to answer any questions. Gavriel stands at attention, and her gaze falls hard upon him. Thuringwethil remains silent, moving from her older brother, to her younger, and finally upon Seregrýn. Her slate grey eyes widen slightly but she brushes it off, glancing back to Gyda for more of an explanation but she ultimately settled on the large male.