Little Goat Mountain eyetooth

akavir was swift and strong. metal tinge woke her stomach, and she wasted no time in slitting open the goat's belly, steam surging around he and her from the organs. "may hubris be punished."

contemplatively she enjoyed a long strip of fat, at last rising to carry meat in portion. eivor set it beside him, taking the moment to feel the warmth of their mingled fur and the hard power in his body.

a warrior. a drengr such as herself. "you know i am a mercenary, akavir," said the tall woman when she had filled her mouth with blood again. 

"i do not work for free."

iron eyes found his own, laughter in them, daring along the set of her red-stained mouth. 

more meat, and then eivor lay down, belching her pleasure.