Stavanger Bay Just call [m]e shameless

Gunnar shifted as her eyes found the bloody maw. It was one of the less fearsome wounds, but again he had yet to fully stock and fix. He wasn't bleeding out that he saw, though that may have been due to his long fur. It was nothing, he would do it again, let his body lie and decay if she had a chance to get away.

Her close proximity played roulette with his brain and his instinct and his body. One after the other and over again, the neurons, nerves, thoughts fired. Over and over again. She was so close. He looked towards the sky. Frigga and Freya were surely laughing at him. No one won against lust or love no one, he had avoided it for years, and this was a lesson from the two viking goddesses that they could not be ignored.

You're alive, and unused. That is enough for me.