Duskfire Glacier [m] Tshärr

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like water she transformed again, and skorpa found himself moved in that terribly ponderous way. he mimicked her words, rolling them in the good breading of his accent as he savored her own.

perhaps once a great massif of ancient stone and far evergreen had spanned this place and left behind the mountain. good forage was covered now with drifted snow, but as he and rainwater moved higher he saw where the wind had become involved.

catching her expression, skorpa laughed aloud. "du kan ikke lide min parfume," he teased, but the man was pleased. more than pleased, for the word 'bathe' was similar between them. "men du havde ikke så meget imod det før," came his growl rife with suggestion; he caught her eye to pierce and then reached to kiss ayovi. "jeg vil bade, når floderne og søerne begynder at tø."

his eyes danced; skorpa made himself return to their hunt.

here was a flat plateau, elevated and flat, naked to the sweeping eye. ptarmigan burrowed beneath the blanketing, he knew, more than willing to rely on their high nutritious numbers until larger prey could be killed.

there was something larger, lurching through larch far below he and ayovi, a ruminant and wounded. his pulse flicked up, and now he rested while he took time to consider what they must do.

toward the wide plane of white he tilted his head, then toward the coniferous sprawl in descent from their current perch.  "ayovi," skorpa grunted, her name smooth and comforting. he arched his brow to ask which? and in his moment of waiting the desire swept over him again as he feasted his gaze upon her expressive features.

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