Duskfire Glacier skyhold

irritation nips at sjórreykr like the fierce and frigid winters winds howl. endlessly, as of late. unaided by the complaining of his companion — a thrall sent with him, carrier of the dried, seasalted meats in a thick pelt scoured from a rabbit.

the thrall's voice drowns on, grating on his nerves as the days bleed into nights.

as the pair reaches the glacier and twilight bleeds its way into the sky, sjórreykr halts suddenly. so suddenly, his companion bumps into him; sucking in a breath.

så gå! snaps the northman, the rough northern tongue a precious piece of home. forlate! jeg vil ikke ha deg her. he turns sharply on the thrall, teeth snapping at chilled air; threatening.

glacial gaze watches the thrall shrink down upon themselves, grip slackening on the fur of meats they cradle. their tail tucks and their ears slick back and a low growl rises in sjor's throat, lips curling back to expose this teeth.

endelig er du stille. la maten. det er ikke for deg. words spit like venom; satisfaction leeching itself into sjor's shoulders as he shifts his weight, watching as the thrall takes off the way they had come.

the herbs she carries in her satchel are meager—familiar roots and leaves plucked from the outskirts of forneskja’s lands. she prowls further than usual, past the known edges of their territory into unfamiliar lands. the icy air bites at her thick coat, but she pays it no mind.

a sudden sound halts her. it is faint at first, carried on the wind.

her ears perk, swiveling to catch the cadence of the northern tongue. her steps slow as she creeps closer, her tail lowering instinctively as caution takes over.

when she comes to the edge of a rise, she spots him. a wolf with a glacial stare, his form rigid and commanding as his voice snaps like a whip at the shrinking figure of another. the smaller wolf—he carries a bundle of fur and meat before the man’s venomous words send them fleeing.

she does not slink or hesitate; she approaches, head held high, with only the ferocity of one of the north's fierce shield-maidens. du jager dem bort med slik raseri.