Gyrfalcon's Keep The winter may pass and the spring disappear

Solveig caught sight of Thyra before her daughter spotted her- and looked with approval at the young one's movement and approach, though she still felt that Thyra should try to put on more muscle mass. Solveig had been several inches taller when she'd been that age and had grown more still after that- surely, her daughter was simply not growing because she was too often distracted by other hobbies. 

She sighed when Thyra caught sight of her and immediately dropped into a familial, almost submissive posture as she approached. She uttered a low growl and a fond chuff as her daughter came to greet her, allowing the wriggling girl a moment or two to celebrate her arrival before she lowered her head and gave her daughter a good shove with her muzzle to push her back a few feet, and reset her posture. 

"This is not how shieldmaidens greet strangers," She prompted, lifting her chin up a bit.