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So she knew. Was it surprise that filtered through his features? Where he found the wolves of this southern country to be less than perceptible, he found the women soft and vulnerable. Valmua and Kigipigak had as well, as Stjornuati could only clearly remember, anger seething beneath the surface at the thought of the pair trying to wed one such woman off to him. Mjúkar konur held no appeal for the man who had grown up around women who could hold their own against even the hardiest of men. His own kennari had been a battle-hardened woman and he could remember the first time he had felt a fierce attraction to her.

Perhaps it was she that this woman reminded him of, with the fierce look in her eyes or the confidence in her voice. Whatever the quality was, it appealed to him in a way that the soft, demure looks of Arlette had not. This was a woman who would wear scars like victories, would run to battle without hesitation or second thoughts, a woman with an inner fire that was not unlike those of the north, icy and strong.

Tveir eru betri en einn. Let us turn tables against the kattardýr together, ja? He wondered if she would understand what he proposed, if she would agree or if she would continue seeking haven rather than securing her safety.