King Elk Forest ≼ baldrs draumar

she moved through the forest low and quiet, heat whispering off her skin into the cold air. two coyote tails hung from her mouth, their fur brushing her chest with each step. no haste. no fear. only purpose.

hraun paused at a rise, head lifting, scenting for her jarl. ears tipped forward, posture intent — a shape cut from fire and restraint.

finding the trail, she turned and followed, hips swaying and body eerily close to the ground, carrying her offering through the trees.

@Draugr