the herbs she carries in her satchel are meager—familiar roots and leaves plucked from the outskirts of forneskja’s lands. she prowls further than usual, past the known edges of their territory into unfamiliar lands. the icy air bites at her thick coat, but she pays it no mind.
a sudden sound halts her. it is faint at first, carried on the wind.
her ears perk, swiveling to catch the cadence of the northern tongue. her steps slow as she creeps closer, her tail lowering instinctively as caution takes over.
when she comes to the edge of a rise, she spots him. a wolf with a glacial stare, his form rigid and commanding as his voice snaps like a whip at the shrinking figure of another. the smaller wolf—he carries a bundle of fur and meat before the man’s venomous words send them fleeing.
she does not slink or hesitate; she approaches, head held high, with only the ferocity of one of the north's fierce shield-maidens.
a sudden sound halts her. it is faint at first, carried on the wind.
her ears perk, swiveling to catch the cadence of the northern tongue. her steps slow as she creeps closer, her tail lowering instinctively as caution takes over.
when she comes to the edge of a rise, she spots him. a wolf with a glacial stare, his form rigid and commanding as his voice snaps like a whip at the shrinking figure of another. the smaller wolf—he carries a bundle of fur and meat before the man’s venomous words send them fleeing.
she does not slink or hesitate; she approaches, head held high, with only the ferocity of one of the north's fierce shield-maidens.
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