Golden Glade demuts

AW but maybe @Ātoztli?

The air was humid, stagnant, though there'd been a faint breeze of reprieve over the glade. It was mid afternoon by now, and Qvasir was hauling a large kill back with him.

A pronghorn.

A hefty size for a hefty man. He didn't seek retribution or praise, but he thought of returning the favor for the woman who seemed keen on wanting to fuck him. Or...other way around. He wasn't sure. She seemed rather forward, but he didn't even know her name.

The taste of the meat she gave him still lingered on his tongue.