Blackfoot Forest battle

he prowls just behind her. a bear lurking, in search of its next kill. hulking frame a shadow trailing hers. the sickly stench of stark’s blood coats the air, rotten with infection, acrid like the rust of iron. despite the sick it grows in his gut, he inhales deeply; taking nose to ground, rooting through the snow.

in the distance, a blood trail.

a smirk comes upon his black crown. he surges forth, through the snow, long, strong legs making quick work of the terrain. it does not take gjalla long to catch up, to meet him stride for stride. she was a storm building force, her fury crackling in the air between them. it fueled him, made his own anger sharper, more precise.

crimson eyes met crimson snow. there comes a chortling, dark laughter from the titan. he's like to bleed out before we find them.