Sleeping Dragon you're seeing black and blue, so i'll paint you a clear blue sky

Gyda was restless. While a few weeks ago she might have thought this to be a good sign it is not the excitement of her maybe impending season that had her awake late into the night and rising early in the morning. There was much on her mind. The packs which kept cropping up all around the Teekon Wilds — and they only knew of the ones close to Drageda ...there could be countless other's. Lately, the Wilds had begun to feel claustrophobic to the shield-maiden whom had grown up in these lands when there were but, at most, five packs. When Gyda could not sleep, she busied herself with routine patrols and cache checks, sometimes venturing into the free territories north of the Dragon to check on the herds she'd been keeping tabs upon.

This morning, she chose the patrols. It was easy to lose herself in the focus, in the smells and the itch to protect what was hers. One particular scent stood out to her, strong and fresh and without giving it much thought Gyda followed it, her eyes of caribbean blue resting upon the strong form of Gavriel as she approached him from behind. “Gavriel,” She greeted him simply, wondering what had him up so early.