Ankyra Sound [m] Our Lady of the Underground

What was this feeling in his belly? What was the burning sensation that he felt rise from his loins and consume him?

There had only been one time his memory when he had felt like a man. When the bear had finally gurgled its last roaring breath, blood seeping into the earth and his pelt. It had only been that moment when he had felt what it meant to be a true man and to take charge. To think that it might have cost him his life was not important. He had made that bet long before he had followed the world-eater into the wilderness.

This feeling was different, though it filled him with the same bold satisfaction. The touch of her snout against his cheek erupted like lightning beneath his flesh.

Fer a bit, he grunted. Swordfish could not stay through the night. He would need to return to Lestan.