King Elk Forest the reek of gods and men

the girl appears shortly thereafter, a shadow skulking about the near edges of the glen. she captures the jarl's attention and to her he gives a throaty noise, eyes beaming.

observing, watching, capturing. she is much like a little weasel, or an otter. sleek and fast, a critter always just out of reach.

useful.

he watches her drop low, belly to the earth, herbs clutched like contraband, and there’s a curl to his lip. amusement, before he says: good! mjög gott! snorting through his nose, it is a hot breath, steam flurrying and he lowers to nip at her ear.

úlfur vilja start calling þú jarl's fetchwife. the warrior bellows his amusement, with a lazy swish of his tail.