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but its paws were not fast enough, and within a few moments in hung limply within the jaws of the shadows. belly against the forest floor, he pushed himself upright, then. the scent of the game flooded his nose, but when he had set it down, there was another smell nearby. that of forneskja. another packmate, recruited by sólhárr, he assumed.

searching the darkness that loitered within the trees, rökkur hummed. mauve pelt caught his eye. badger-patterned. average of size, though thin-boned in a way that made her look like a doe. he'd search for her gaze, then. lilac eyes framed by a dark, cherry-like face. hello. he murmured, then. norse accent thick on his tongue. awkward.

he looked from the woman to the hare, then back to the woman. nudging it forwards with a single paw, he spoke: hungry? an invitation to come forwards, should she wish to claim this meal. his tail would flick. an indicator of a calm demeanor.