Neverwinter Forest [m] white beak

can fade here or timeskip!

at the last, a shoulder was shoved into his jaws; an offering. his breath was hot and the weight of his body a welcome pelt flung out over herself and the snow. slowly she rolled beneath him, relaxed body evincing that their scrap was at an end.

their hearts thundered, stampeding elk snorting billows of steam upon a high and night-dark meadow. 

his eyes held a wild intensity, and now eivor was free to notice more fully the ruddy hues beneath the snowy aspect of his pelt. her grin was quick and easy; she let him watch her as long as he wanted.

"du er veldig kjekk. jeg valgte godt på mange måter," said the drengr without preamble. "ikke vent, oksemann," eivor laughed; "jeg vil ha en fest."

northerners rose together in a clash equally primal, throat bared again for his teeth. it was the trust his warrior's command had earned from a peer upon any wintry battlefield; it was eternally their way.