Blackfoot Forest battle

his focus is tethered to her—always to her.

she will take the kill, of that he has no doubt.

he knows, with a certainty that grips him like iron, that she is everything. everything he could ever want. everything he could ever need.

he breathes for her. he hunts for her. he kills for her. his purpose, his being, has been reduced to one simple truth: gjalla.

there is no shame in it, no hesitation in the thought. she is his anchor, his reason. a hound bound to his master, a sword and shield in equal measure. her word is law, and he will wield it without question. she need only breathe, and he will answer.

there comes an ache in his chest; the kind of ache that drives a man to do unspeakable things. the kind that ties a wolf to his purpose so fiercely it becomes indistinguishable from love, devotion, and hunger.

i will kill for you.

his loyalty to saatsine is merely an extension of his loyalty to her.