Golden Glade mustgrave

He stepped forward, claiming the fox where she had left it, his movements deliberate and commanding.

Without hesitation, he began to skin the creature, his claws working methodically as he stripped the fur with practiced precision. The cold air carried the scent of blood as he exposed the flesh beneath, a quiet intensity marking each of his actions.

When the work was done, Qvasir lowered his head and tore into the fox’s insides, his teeth sinking into the warm meat with primal purpose. He ate without ceremony, his focus unbroken, a show of dominance and acceptance of her challenge.

When he finally straightened, the blood on his jaws and the dark glimmer in his eye carried the answer she sought. He would impress her. That is what men do.

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