Snowforest Taiga broken boy

Definitely not a Norseman. In any case, he did not bear the appearance of one. Intrigued, Aspa studied the poor young man, his voice trembling—much like his frail body. She circled him, stepped over him, pressed close, sniffed him... Again and again, she invaded his space to better understand what she was dealing with. Finally, her milky eye rendered its verdict.

Not hungry? she repeated, her words thick with accent. She then laughed, running her paw along the young man's sides.

Bones. All bones! No muscles! she observed. Eat. She repeated, seizing the headless body of the hare and nearly pressed it into the poor young man's mouth.

Hare is strength! It is muscle. Eat! she added once again.