Larksong Grotto echoes of the past

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A sudden force anchored the skull, a sharp grunt torn from her as her movement was forced to a halt. A shadow loomed overhead, darker, more sinister than the night and stained by the blood of prey. Her brows furrowed, nostrils flaring against the man's pungent scent.
Let go.
He didn't understand...he didn't understand!
For a moment longer, Yesfir clung to the antlers, still as the barren pine surrounding them. She didn't wish to let go-- not yet. But she was accustomed to the ways of the norsemen. Brutish canines who measured respect by the physical-- her kin. The woman felt a foolish lack of fear beneath his presence, but she knew better than to challenge a beast who viewed her as little more than a moth. The Grotto knew her name, after all. And if it was what she desired, she could return for the bone of the caribou. 
Yesfir's lips curled back into a snarl, fierce yet silent-- the only effort she could afford to spare. 
And then she let go.
The lass pivoted away slowly, her expression stoic. Her icy gaze lingered on his feet as barely audible words parted from cold lips.
"bastarðr sonr hræfugla."
Spoken with a venom so ancient it could pass for curse.
"One day...augu þín munu upp opnask."