Permafrost Hollows Who does she think she is?

Lifting his head when movement was detected in his peripheral, Qeorvik met the choleric blue gaze of a complete stranger. Their redburn pelt stood out among the winterwhite surroundings, and the wolf looked at him with such utter contempt that he felt it could have withered summer vegetation even easier than fall.

He found this compelling, even if the wolf was pitifully small.

Þú starir vegna þess að ég er myndarlegur, já? His tail lifted proudly and waved back and forth like a castle’s banner in the breeze. Hver ertu?