Nova Peak ζ

She’d harried up the slopes, feeling under siege at every turn, pursued by a vision of that single blue eye— he could force them into capitulation. He could take their mountain.
Worse still is allowing her paranoia to shatter the heart of her husband and their weeks of isolated bliss upon the mount. Ayovi can only give Skorpa a long, aching look before taking a hesitant breath. She tries to drown out her fears with a tight sigh, but it does not matter. The worry is plain in her eyes.
“Rensdyr… ulv. Faust’s ulv.” Her gaze flicks away from the northman's face to his full bounty, clasping a weasel between her jaws to strip hide from flesh.
First they’ll take the river.