Stone Circle ᛊᛁᛞᛁᛏᛁᚱ

At the mercy of his teeth, Leifa's mind is clear. The curl of his breath is close and real as it fans the soft furs of her face, his eyes filled with a flame often seen in northmen. And she realises then, as she takes it all in, that this is what it feels to be alive.

"Og þú ert of hræddur við að bíta mig," she grunts, hauling unto her side and shooting him the same, taunting smile. Drøugr respects her, sees her strength, but Leifa would be lying if that was all that drew her to this place. "Think I'll stick around." The promise of a next time is all she needs.