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

Gyda's attention flickered between Gavriel and Thuringwethil in equal measure, observant of their reactions to seeing one another. Gyda had no reason to think Gavriel as a liar, but Thuringwethil ...didn't seem to react to Gyda. Instead, her Heda glanced at her for more information she assumed but the shield-maiden retained her silence and turned a thoughtful eye back to Gavriel as it was where Thuringwethil's attention had seemed to settle. Only for a moment did the Viking Queen's gaze slip to the young girl who made a noise, as if it offended her that Thuringwethil did not pay her direct attention. The girl's dismissal of her position and presence their first meeting had not fallen beneath the sheild-maiden's notice, of whom did not take kindly to being disrespected so blatantly simply because some child perhaps thought herself better.

Gavriel spoke, however, reclaiming Gyda's scrutiny which smoothed as he offered Thuringwethil an explination, a proclamation of the trio's loyalty to her. “I did not make them any promises, Thuringwethil other than I would bring you to them to speak.” Gyda offered her Heda simply. As far as she was concerned, the decision on what to do with them belonged to Thuringwethil. They were her wolves and Gyda both acknowledged and respected that — just as she would expect of Thurin would any of Odinn's Cove find their way to the Teekon Wilds.