Neverwinter Forest warmth

the chuff was the first warning of the giant's presence. yngvi made the mistake of not heeding the warning, only flicking her ear towards the sound until she was met with a thud at her feet. a rabbit, blood fresh enough to paint the white flowers red.

she's not sure why she's surprised. the bluntness of the offering should've needed no introduction for yngvi to know who it was. the frown that was on her face quickly unfurled when she met luhtar again, and she couldn't stop one corner of her lips from smirking at his tactlessness.
not here. never here. the seer bent to carry the rabbit in her maws. her meditation could wait for a moment. the woman then ran her crown underneath the mountain man's chin to return his gentle greeting, before trotting off — fat rabbit in tow.

i'd anger nornir and seiðkona if i ruined the flowerbed. she chuckled, though a kernel of truth lingered in her words. she had angered the norns enough already, the least yngvi could do is have dinner away from their sacred grounds.
in plain snow, she laid the rabbit, but her interests lied in the man. thank you. whispered before teeth carefully sunk into the supple meat of the rabbit. it was fat enough for the both of them, so the seer extended chunks of it to luhtar before she could allow herself to eat.