Porcupine Ridge axehead

she did not follow, but the scarred mouth tipped in a grin. "he says he has a name. and your mountain needs one. call it trygghet. safe silence." her grey eyes sought his back. "or call it what you will, but bind it beneath the name of the norse and i will help you build it."

her voice was a call. eivor did not expect a reply. standing, she tore a long strip from the carcass and set off in the opposite direction, tail flashing once to invite the bird along.