Sleeping Dragon Out of my league

Wildfire. Her name suited her Gyda could not help but think as she gave the girl a once over, though for the sake of not boring her to death with something the shield-maiden assumed she'd probably heard a billion times a billion and one times she refrained from stating the obvious. She responded to Gyda's question eagerly enough, even giving a wag of her tail and offered a cute little nickname that Gyda could call her in stead if she wished. “Wifi,” Gyda tested it out, noting that with it's simplicity it also had a nice little ring to it. “I am Gyda,” The Viking Queen introduced herself offering a small little smile before she added sheepishly, “as I'm sure you already know.” Still, it had only been right she introduce herself in return.

A small chuckle left the Scandinavian's lips as Wildfire blurted, a bit louder than the conversation called for, admittedly, that she wished to “acquaint herself with her new leadership” though it had sounded like less of a statement and more of a question to the Viking Queen. “Are you nervous?” It was an odd thing, Gyda considered, yet she asked it all the same, left only to her assumptions. It was the only logical conclusion that Gyda could come to, though she couldn't help the small afterthought that she would be embarrassed if that wasn't the case at all. Gyda simply assumed, after Storm had peed himself at her assertion of dominance over him, that perhaps she was more intimidating than she'd ever dared to give herself credit for.

Nevertheless, Gyda was determined to keep going whether the embarrassment was her own of her subordinates. “Well, perhaps we should get to know each other,” That seemed, to Gyda, the best way to acquit oneself with another wolf. “Where are you from? Where you born in these Wilds or from outside them?” Not that it made much difference either way but Gyda was curious.