Stone Circle Silver

All was peaceful in Kvarsheim for a time. His weight had been drastically increasing by day. No more was he as scrawny and thin as he once was. Even his coat was beginning to have a sheen to it, and with every step he took, it was as if he was being reborn into a new body. New skin. With new passion and flaring desires bubbling in his gut.

With a trotting gait, that fiery stare with amber lit ablaze set into them, his eyes darted themselves on a woman of pearl, and that same woman placing herself down on their hard-earned prey. No thought, no singular action or idea was made that was not immediately revolving around slamming himself out in front of Ulfhild. His hairs were on end, and nasty, violent barks met with snaps that were meant to land. Bonario didn't bluff, and he certainly didn't give a damn about being right inside of the line of flares.

Theirs.