Blacktail Deer Plateau i have burned & burned

Whines bubbled in her throat, smothering out any words she might have said as she went down with him. A tangle of snow and blood they became.

This was unbecoming of her, she knew it, but she did not stop herself. She had dreamed of him. She had imagined him in snowy places where he should have been. She knew she had been the one drift, but how she had yearned for him so no matter all the distance between them.

Now he was here and she sought to nip feverishly at the thick of his fur.

Finally, when she finds her breath and heart, she cried without concern for those who might be sleeping in the plateau or lurking in the shadows.

Gleipnir!