Sleeping Dragon a prophecy

It is not often she is around the wolves at the same time as Gyda; she did not see how the wolves of the dragon treated her. Specifically her own, but she doubt Gavriel is much of a problem considering what had been asked of him. The rest—the few—is more or left on Seregrýn with the exception of the newer wolves. The rest, Thuringwethil and Gyda shared and equalized, even if she attempts to recruit them all within Drageda’s embrace.

Thuringwethil watches the range of emotions cross the woman’s face and it surprises her she’s acting so rash so soon, but she realizes she hasn’t spent much time around pregnant women. Their timeline is, more or less, unclear to her. Either way, she realizes the training, constantly reminding them—especially the females—the dangers of carrying children while being the commander. As much as the dark leader wants to point it out, she holds her tongue—later, if at all.

Heda turns to the girl that seems to relax with her standing in between them. Thuringwethil can see the truth across her face, but she slowly turns a few degrees to look at Seregrýn comfortably.

“What happens, Seregrýn, if Heda is shown such disrespect?”