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He, too, heard the prowling creature in the soft rustle of leaves, in the silence of the forest — a true testament to the presence of such a threat. As bid by the woman, Stjornuati remained low and still, watching as she made herself seem alone and vulnerable. It was a ploy he had seen many a drengr use, one that would never fail to make his muscles sing with a tension that would wind and wind and wind and wind until finally

finally

The tension snapped.

As the cat lunged for the woman, so Stjornuati lunged for the cat, his snarl terrible his teeth aiming for points of weakness; the spine, the joints, anything that would split the creature's attention. His mark held true, falling upon the fjallaljón with a fierceness that was rewarded with blood upon his teeth and tongue, a taste that gave him strength and renewed ferocity.