Nova Peak Nägådz

---

skorpa did not like when ayovi went away alone. he would say no such word however. she was strong and aware of herself. it was the world beyond their mountain he had come to mistrust, a realm where darukaal pressed them and the reindeer-men gathered in conflict.

her call then was a relief, and the bearman moved on ebullient paws to meet the sight of her welcoming eyes, her beaming face.

yet there was a third presence, one scented in rot and feral loom. the cloak of bearskin around his wide shoulders shifted as skorpa turned his umber eyes in the direction of the stranger.

a woman. a glowing white eye.

"jeg er skorpa. ayovi's mand." some heaviness clung here, some foreboding, a cold sense of what was unknown.

---