Larksong Grotto right to bear arms

@Anoré / tag for ref but free to join!

hunting once more between the two territories across from one another. they are like two twins at odds, and ulfric finds it amusing. he has yet to directly interact with any wolf from either territory; aside from the white woman @Ayovi in the witch's hut.
he has made his home within this patch of heaven between lands. the grotto quaint and suited to his tastes, and he is content to wander. to hunt off the lands, to rest.
he has been tracking a doe for sometime now. her scent twisted by illness, that has made her slow and left her gait fragile. ulfric will see fit to have her for dinner, then breakfast and perhaps lunch the following day.
but he is distracted by a new scent come wafting. it is icy, overwhelming in its frost. the huntsman snaps his head in the direction of it, and sees a woman appear; her fur like svelte ice, her body commanding his attention.
his brows soften from where they had become trapped in furrow above his blue eyes and he retreats some steps, brushing his scent against the tree he meanders past.