Sunset Valley Harvesting

he had not been expecting the abrupt turn of events. she wheels around, and suddenly she is upon him. within his space, one eye searching him with a hunger. ulfric feels the beginning of bristling hackles, but forces himself to still.
it is only slight the way his head pushes backwards into his neck.
no, he interjects, i am no warrior. i'm only a huntsman. he corrects. he had been raised one, yes—but it was the life of a pacifist he led now. he was a huntsman—nothing more.
nothing less.
he moves, however, at her insistence. for some reason, unwilling to deny her the help she insisted upon. perhaps it was how she cited the gods; ulfric had never been a man to resist them. he feels the glint of a shining, freshly ground axe steering him down the path.
who are you? he asks, turning halfway as he walks to force a better look of her.