Duskfire Glacier too late to stop

she laughs, gently, then at his correction. hiding her face from view with a bashful blink of eyes. no, no— she says quietly, then when she speaks next, her voice is louder.

she must be confident. she can sense this man does not like weakness.

i was of muskox grounds. now, here. a smile.

she finds the courage to waltz past the man, paws carrying her over sleet and stone, honey eyes turning upwards to look upon the rest of the rise. vetrheim. the forge. her home now, she supposed? she glances back at the black beast.

they hunted muskox. big, fierce beasts. only the strong can bring down. she tells him. you could, i'm sure. a big man. she looks over him approvingly.