Overture Downs not my friend but i wont say no

there: a sharp flash of teeth. a smile that betrays the mind's thoughts. ulfric looks upon this woman, woman of raven fur and periwinkle eyes, and sees in her something that has long evaded other women he's come upon.
she is not like others. she is something else entirely.
and so it was a shame that he must do the exact opposite of what she accuses: he must leave. go. it was not the contents of his heart to tie himself, to tether to something other than what was before him.
the land. the hunt. ulfric offers her the fragile tilt of his head, inhaling a breath. a breath he would savor, so he might carry this woman with him into the parts of these lands he would go and she would not follow.
i have met few women like you. ulfric confesses, as he nears. finding that her breath warms the end of his face, his nose that only hovers mere inches from hers. in another life, he does not finish his thought. only looks upon her eyes, and lets her find there what he thinks. what he feels.
he turns, shoulder awash with a coldness he did not think he meant to yield, and began the long walk away.