Permafrost Hollows 弱い人

kaelith has always despised the sight of blood. no warrior by heart, its scent alone is wholly unpleasant. juxtaposed with this is the sight of a man entirely in his element, killing with the grace of a seasoned hunter. muscles taut beneath smooth fur, a raven against fresh snow.

a fine candidate for darukaal, he thinks, and with a friendly flick of his tail begins his approach. crouching, head lowered, tail tucked. he is not a threat, nor is he here to partake in another man's hard-earned meal. only to talk, when he is ready.

kaelith sits a polite distance away, and he waits.