Jade Fern Grove white lines, pretty baby

last post for me & wardruna; i went off what you said about her fleeing if he continues to cross the river. xD feel free to archive with your next post ( or as is )! :-)

Wardruna is done playing the war of words with her. Her words have only driven the nails deeper beneath his skin: and if she did not know that her casual and flippant calling him a blind man did not hold a cutting edge to it she certainly had to suspect by now. Each time she calls him it without any regard to the fact that he may actually have a sight issue ( though to his credit he tries to hide it as best he can ) it merely aggravates him more. It agitates and seethes and tears at him until he’s had enough and desires nothing more than to take her tongue as a trophy. Wolves like her didn’t deserve their tongues, he thinks and it’s that thought that spurs him to cross the icy river towards her. He shudders through his thick winter coat but ultimately grits his teeth. He is northerner. He has faced colder and she needs to know that he is entirely willing to back threats up — outright or subtle — with action. Wardruna intends to give chase to her long enough to ensure that it is unlikely she will not come back before he circles back around to take a deep, long drink of the icy water and make his way back to Easthollow, trying to ignore the chill that sets in through the dampness of his fur.

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