King Elk Forest the inundation

The woman struck him as odd, though he could not have been able to properly explain why. She seemed haughty in many ways, though she spoke with an age-old knowledge that Skellige could not have matched. It was evident that her culture was the most prominent aspect of her life. This was admirable; the dark wraith knew the dignity of birth. She made him curious, and set a fire inside of his gut. The sleeping woman in the woods was just as unbroken as he, but from a different walk of life. They were similar in that sole sense… as different as night and day in others.
 
When the female agreed to travel with him, the dark-furred brute cast his auburn gaze towards the path he had intended to follow and moved forward. Every so often, he would cant his skull to peer at the woman. The gold of her fur danced like fire in the glowing sun.