Dawnlark Plains I can't hear it now

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ᚦ — a woman. not just any.
"lunarre."
a breathy chuckle pulled then from the northman as he begins to walk ample towards the side of the other, letting his axe slide into leather sheathe at his hip. með silfursýn og loga í hjarta.
ég mun taka hana sem konu mína. manful grunt made as he solidifies this decision, letting his tail fall thick amongst his hocks. hún lyktar af ísblómum og krákum. beginning a practiced hunt with the man, now scenting elk as it drifts from the east wind current.
en ég veit ekki hvar hún býr nú. only that it is somewhere within this taiga he wanders, that he had found and lost her in.