Whitebark Stream meddleborn

Not long after his last words were breathed to life, a rejoinder was bellowed elsewhere. It was a bestial sound; something ragged and possessive, known well among all men, and so Marius was reluctant to linger.

There was a dark shape moving cleanly over snow, and the woman went in pursuit of it. Marius delighted in watching her move — but he was not destined to stay. Better to find an appreciative woman and leave this bitch to her barbarian of a husband.

Off he would go; quick-step drawing his figure back among the drifts of snow and gathered mists.