King Elk Forest blood and bone

This hyper vigilance was rewarded by the sound of softened footfalls against the bracken covered forest floor, his ears swiveling to the side, before they slicked back to rest at half mast atop his skull. The footfalls were drawing nearer to his position and the Beserker's steps slowed, ceasing only when the tentative sounding hello breached the silence between them. He inhaled deep and exhaled slowly, taking in her scent as it faintly wafted towards him, calm. She was a sylph of a thing, her narrower features telling of a coy heritage. Matej recognized the tongue she spoke in easily enough, but then again he had not earned the name Asgrim “the chief of tongues” for no reason. “Hello,” He replied after a few seconds, his voice accented heavily with the lingering wont of his native tongue.