Sleeping Dragon you were a star, my dear, the brightest in all the skies

Gyda had awaited Thuringwethil's return with unbidden curiosity, wondering how her talks of a coalition had gone with this stranger to her named Reek. What little Gyda knew of him had come from Thuringwethil herself and it was not enough knowledge to please the viking queen, especially if Heda's ideas of coalition worked though Gyda was ...skeptical. She was nurtured to not trust the idea of alliances: that at the end of the day Alphas would put their own pack first ...as they were expected to. Thuringwethil had seemed confident and had every reason to believe that the coalition would be possible, especially since it appeared as if Reek had come to her. Gyda wouldn't have ever dared to assume that Thuringwethil had went to him — for what could he offer them? He was a castoff, chased out of his own pack by his estranged wife.

Soon enough, however Gavriel and Thuringwethil taking their separate paths: Thurin making her way to where Gyda awaited her before where their wolves were gathered. Though Gyda had not expected Thurin to come back with fresh battle scars a quick glance over her assured Gyda that she was well; and when she took her place at Gyda's side the shield-maiden felt the tension that had made her muscles taunt in her shoulders for the time they were gone ease and allowed Thuringwethil to speak the news. It took a great deal of restraint for Gyda to resist letting out a soft snort but the Scandinavian managed. This news did not surprise her and thus erased any immediate plans she might have had to go and visit Reek as she had mentioned of doing.

“You and Gavriel should take time to rest from your trip, you two will do no good to us tired.” If there was to be a war, and it seemed that this was the path the Gods had pushed them onto, they needed every Dragon be on top of their game. “That goes for you all, rest and eat to keep up your strength; be prepared.” The mama bear viking queen added her own few words to what Thuringwethil had spoken. They all knew their roles and had their parts to play. Despite her worry for the wolves that followed them Gyda was excited. It'd been too long since the shield-maiden had been allowed to let loose her ferocity on the battle field and to this she looked the most forward.