Alpine Lake circles

Delight—if it could be called that—came alight in his unforgiving gaze.

He did not avoid a smile then as ghoulish and grim as it were, all teeth and lacking docility.

“Góður,—that is, how you say, good,” he rumbled to her, letting his gruesome grin fade from his features. Only then did he close in the short distance between them, almost stopping to investigate her before he pushed ahead a little further. His head turned towards her, tail swishing idly, and he wondered if she would understand to follow him.

Better safe than sorry: “Follow yes? This one will take you to this one’s bróðir.”