Duskfire Glacier [m] Tshärr

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still she was vengeful! ayovi followed and skorpa was glad for it, but not for the bite of her teeth nor the way she commanded his attention from the hunt. beautiful burning bountiful woman; she annoyed him in this moment.

he shushed her with a growl, then moved to seek her cheekbone with the same mouth she had sought in fevered ardency. "jeg kan ikke gå på jagt, hvis du skræmmer alle fuglene og vildtet med din vrede stemme."

now her eyes; now he stepped back, smiled in full delight at her lovely figure, and turned back to his stalking.

skorpa hoped she would not speak again; he could not hope to reassure when his own stomach was empty. why did she fear? surely women had told her what might happen with men. maybe she had seen bigbellied wolves turned out with no husbands. such things happened; he could not force himself into a marriage that ayovi did not want.

but he would tend her. it was right and it was what he wished to do. women had choices to make, and though there were no soothsayers or healers here, he trusted in the mystery of the divinely feminine and accepted that there were ways not for men to know.

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