Bramblepoint That girl has tangled with the wrong man

@Ensio

Though far too proud to admit it, Qeorvik would spend quite a bit of time looking for his companion, Halldóra. A large part of him hated her for abandoning him, but another part of him missed her. There was even a tiny, tiny part that worried she had not left of her own free will – because who in their right mind would voluntarily ditch him? – but it wouldn’t be the first time if it turned out she had.

Thankfully, the cold season invigorated him to stay on the move and keeping his belly full took up most of his attention. It was a good distraction.

The silverlaced boy entered the bramblewoods with the scent of a stoat underfoot. The sky was clear this day but dramatically frigid, making it almost painful to stop for any length of time. Despite this, his thick coat kept him warm, and the thought of a fresh meal kept his spirits up. Not even the bare and thorny bushes that kept snagging at his fur could bring him down.