King Elk Forest ≼ hyrrokkin’s lay

a deer lies open beneath her careful work, steam lifting into the cold.

raedwulf watches a moment longer than courtesy requires before his thick frame eclipses forwards. heavy paws sounding verbal upon the fresh fallen snow.

but englishman does not interrupt the offering. he waits until it is set aside.

gōd weorc, he says, voice low, old english thick but clear.

praise given without excess.

he eyes the woman curiously, pleasant and warm rather than anything prior.