Duskfire Glacier sorrow by name and sorrow by nature

Gyda's brows rose in slight surprise when Gavriel spoke that he had two others traveling with him. She supposed if she'd been paying closer attention she might have smelled them upon him but even if she had noticed it was likely that she would have paid no true mind to it since he was a loner. “Two others,” Gyda repeated to herself in a soft murmur. For a moment she was swept up in quiet contemplation, her ears slicking back to rest at half mast atop her skull, her tail giving a soft wag to and fro before her ears cupped forth, alert and the viking queen lifted her muzzle slightly. “Call for them.” Gyda encouraged him, fueled by her own curiosity as to who this stranger was that Thuringwethil would most like to see (all the while wondering if she should maybe be jealous or not).