Neverwinter Forest [m] white beak

chortling merrily at the audience

"and you like a bull!" eivor's deep voice insisted from below the strongman. he had a good humour beneath his great brawn; she enjoyed that almost as much as being crushed to the snow below him.

when his massive forelegs pillared her body, their chests pressed together, she let go the snapping for a moment to encircle her arms around that heavy throat almost in a lover's motion, body moving below his own;

her intention discovered in a moment: to collide their skulls with blinding force in a headbutt that hopefully released eivor and started the next season of their spar.

her muscles burned, her body bruised; her chest heaved and her eyes shone with the approval he had gained.