Noctisardor Bypass glistening shards

luhtar’s ears twitch toward the pale man’s voice first, and hears his words that roll dry across the valley. in response, the burly norseman halts with broad paws sinking another inch into the snow. he lifts his head, dark eyes settling on the wraith.
then, suddenly, a barrel of a laugh. jovial, thick in his chest. clever!
luhtar's laugh fades into a chuckle, and he walks parallel of the man. no bear, he rumbles with the warmth of humor, just úlfur with more fur than brain.
as they stand, luhtar does not notice the woman. far too engaged with the pale wolf, bemused by him and his obvious dislike for luhtar.
but why? he wonders!