Tuktu Hinterlands Yea, I'd rather be a lover than a fighter

Dreven and @Atka Tsimshian had headed towards the packlands of Hildibrandr. When the scent of blood and bile found his nose, and he herded his snow away from the pack lands and into the wilds. He wouldn't be dead for a war he had no part in. And he wouldn't risk Atka in such a way.

So with twisted, moving steps he kept a harsh pace, until he could no longer smell other wolves. He thought darkly of @Alduin as he hit the ground. Long, lean muscled body taking up residence in the snow.

The dark of his coat a contrast to the white of the forest floor, the frost digging into his pelt and body. The pale sunlight that filtered past clouds of grey, coloring across dips and valleys of beautiful bone structure and large muscles. The small ice glistening atop eyelashes and at the corners of eyes like crystals.