Sleeping Dragon our backs tell stories no books have the spine to carry

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They made quick work of the hunt, even though most of the wolves Gyda knows to be strangers to her. She knows of some of their names and vaguely of their faces but not all. Whether they had come to the Dragon while she was indisposed with her almost full grown children or more recently she cannot say. At one time she knew almost every wolf that resided within her borders but that felt like a lifetime ago now and it was no longer her duty to know them. She was no longer a Queen and that duty fell to the three leaders of Drageda now. In the rush of the moment Gyda had not noticed that Gavriel had been injured and the guilt roils in her stomach, worry fluttering within her chest as she sees him limp towards her. Before she can ask him what she desires Hush draws her attention and the shield-maiden watches with a soft smile as the near silent half-breed approaches her with a rodent dripping in what she assumes to be berry juice. “Thank you, Hush,” Gyda speaks softly to him when he lays the gift at her paws and she watches him deposit the others he has brought for the group.

Gyda misses her chance to ask her husband if he is alright as he approaches the elk and the shield-maiden ghosts him. Her eyes divert from the prize as chaos swarms it to her two daughters stand defiantly away. Gyda is not sure what has transpired between Freyja and Thyri — truthfully she'd spent more time worrying about Freyja and Eske the latter of which had made her rivalry with her eldest sister known and wonders if she has been worrying about the wrong sibling the entire time. Gavriel very nearly rolling out of the chaos re-catches the shield-maiden's attention. She approaches the elk herself where she can find room and tears off a chunk before she retreats sitting it beside the gift of Hush which she sniffs at once, savoring the sweet scent. In some ways, this reminded her of the Winter Solstice celebrations that Ragnar had held and she had carried on in Odinn's Cove; and though the differences are many it brings a fond smile to Gyda's face.

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