Hushed Willows hunter's seeker

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Like an ice bear, Sivaak's figure was unmistakably large and imposing even in the dim shadows of the forest. And next to her, the girl. The difference in size drew a throaty noise of amusement from the northman as he regarded them both with intense curiosity. There must have been some merit to the ruddy child for the huntress to keep her around.

He raised an eyebrow at her snort, shoulders rolling to ease some tension from the air. Though Sivaak perhaps knew he posed no threat, the girl did not if her distasteful glare was anything to go by. "You have company," Randolf addressed the white woman with a curt nod before his head tilted slightly in thought.

It had taken some deliberation before he had decided to trail after them and he was faintly pleased to hear her praise. Brave man, she had called him, and although there was a hint of humour behind her words, a wave of longing curled in his chest. He wished to fight with her again, if she allowed it.