Sunset Valley no gods visit the valley

the dane carried upon his back an assortment of things, all carefully dealt. the hide of a caribou, muskox, several fawn skins, a fox pelt. cuts of meat he had aged beneath the soil of his hut.
all means to be traded with the packs of the taiga; winsook, darukaal, saatsine. he had made himself neutral and intended to remain that way, as long as possible. if at all possible.
in his meandering, he hadn't expected to cross paths with the snow-woman from days ago. yet it would be a lie to say he did not wander where she ended up going. hauling his possessions up further upon his broadened backside, ulfric comes closer, pushing past brush and stepping into the light.
a golden sheen upon brown fur, and blue eyes settling onto not one woman, but two? his brows furrow briefly, having not scented the second. but he saddles up alongside anoré having made eye contact, offering her a nod.