Sleeping Dragon there should be stars for great wars like ours

Loose posting order. Saria is still welcome to jump in.

It doesn't take long for two wolves to show up. Portia arrives first and she tenses around the new female. Having her this close to the whelping den made Thuringwethil a little uneasy but if it's the only chance she has at fixing the problem, she'll take it. However, relief floods her at the appearance of Gluskap—while still largely a mystery, she had gotten to know and spend time with on the coast and his skills were far from questioned thus far. She waits a few more minutes after they've addressed her for Saria but she decides she can't wait any longer.

"Something is wrong with Gyda's son," she tells them, as much as she might consider them her own. "He won't stop crying and we think he's in pain," she adds though she can't entirely be sure. Her lips purse in frustration that it might not be enough information, or that they—one of them—might need to see him. She glances back to the mouth of the den and considers her options. Letting one into the den meant she would have to stay on the outside but bringing Hvitserk out of the den might compromise his little system.

She glances back around, searching once more for Saria's face, and on a whim Lucani, that might make this easier. There is nothing and she looks to Gluskap instead.

"You can look at him, if you need to," she says, words clipped, if you try anything is all she can think in her concern. All the trust she has placed in her Sjöunda comes out then, for if she had any doubt (despite what she may get across in body language) he wouldn't be standing here today.