Sleeping Dragon there should be stars for great wars like ours

They both disappear and Thuringwethil becomes antsy in their absence, pacing a little back and forth, returning to the mouth of the den. Hvitserk still crying, Gyda grooming him, and there’s nothing she can do. The tension building between her shoulders stiffens her gait. She’s grown fond of Drageda’s first children, hoping not to lose one already.

Upon their arrival and the instruction from earlier, Thuringwethil takes the herbs carefully and places them near the mouth of the den, where Gyda then takes them. When the boy will eat, Thuringwethil isn’t sure, but she lingers for a while. She dismisses the two wolves for now, making sure they stay in the pack lands for the next day or two, and when the time arrives, puts the herbs to good use.