Stone Circle ᛊᛁᛞᛁᛏᛁᚱ

A great honour it is to have the fortune of stumbling upon such a man in the night! And just when Leifa was beginning to think her journey back here a waste of time.

Her jab stands true as she is thrust to the earth beneath his great weight. There is no avoiding the oaf this time - her aim had put a target on her chest that he was right to take. And as pale paws come to scrabble uselessly as his unders, the outrider considers - just for a second - if this is the end.

If it is, she will not go out with fear. "Next time I'll let you take a tooth, old man." The words are choked out as air becomes sparse, crooked grin flashing in the moonlight. "Or will you kill me before you get the chance?"