Stone Circle hold your devil by his spoke and spin hi(m) to the ground

He drew closer and Sanja was increasingly aware of the change to her own body; she wasn't willing to chase after a buck, and knew she could not out-run a man such as this, if he had nefarious intentions. The look in his eye was scheming. His teeth glowed yellow when he grinned.

Hjálp, he offered.

She thought of Slavuj, of the old man Gunnar that had saved her from Void together; but she had no-one like that on her side, now.

Sanja did not want to take her eyes off of the man, but she spared a brief glance to where the deer had fled, and her ears pivot to listen; clearly she is interested.