King Elk Forest ≼ hyrrokkin’s lay

she did not stop when he spoke. the praise passed over her. her paw found the deer again, clean, and full of silent rage; and she leaned in close to finish what the gods required.

with a clean pull she severed the tail, a small dark plume freed from the body. steam curled. blood touched snow. she set the trophy aside with care, not triumph— record. proof.

only then did she look to him. heat flickered beneath her skin, eyes dark and unmistakably interested.

her voice came low, newly claimed from ash.

blót heldr.