Snowforest Taiga ξ

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a storm grew upon skorpa's forehead, furrowing brow to muzzle to lip which now twitched into a slight wrinkling as ayovi spoke in directness. shame followed. it had been he who invited lorcan to the mount, though he had thought he should offer peace in the presence of a pregnant wife.

but this was untenable.

had he hands they already would have dragged the axe from his heavy shoulders and begun to palm its haft with oil.

skorpa was forced to settle for a cold stare and a low pace away from ayovi, turning his eyes upon their mountain where lorcan lurked.

he did not need to explain how he felt it should be handled. a swift death was the only way to restore lorcan's attack on ayovi's honor, upon the sense of safety for the mountain.

for a long while he was silent, staring in consideration. "jeg burde slæbe svinet af sted i nosserne og lade troldkvinden få hans kranie, når jeg er færdig."

at last he straightened and flicked his gaze back to ayovi. "winsook kan holde en moot. et møde, hvor vi beder alle om at samles og sige åbent, hvad lorcan har gjort. alle, også ham og hans kone." his eyes were the caress of roughened thumb over newly sharpened blade. "vi kan sige, at for elowens ære og for bjergets sikkerhed må han gå. på den måde ser alle, at retfærdigheden sker fyldest, og deltager i den."

short of that, skorpa truly would throw lorcan from the mountain, and poor elowen would suffer because the bearman would not allow that suffering for his own wife. he nodded to ayovi now. what did she think of a moot?

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