Sunset Valley Harvesting

ulfric watches as she moves, quiet now, weaving through the tall grass with the grace of a doe.
i do not seek them, ulfric sees her briefly, looks into both eyes—unbothered, unfearing of the one milky. they find me when they wish.
old wounds, but they remained open.
his gaze does not leave her. but now if they call, i will know where to go.
with that, the huntsman turns to depart.

exit ulfric <3 we will have to write more of this duo!