Big Salmon Lake Grá
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She loiters. She tells herself she’s reluctant to give up and return home without @Eventyr but there’s more to it than that. So far removed from everything ravn, Berskerkir can think about things besides warriors and war for the first time in her life.

It is the longest day of the year. As summer’s heat sets in, so does hers. During previous seasons, she has always sequestered herself away from the clans to resist temptation. Here in this strange stretch of wilderness, she doesn’t have to hide. She doesn’t have to stop herself, either.

Her heart pounds in her chest as she seeks relief in the shallows of a small lake. Deep down, she’s always wanted to be a mother. But she’s blemished, per the Kvitravns’ beliefs. She shouldn’t risk passing the curse on to her offspring.

Just because nobody in these wilds cares about such things does not mean they don’t matter. Berserkir cannot simply abandon four years’ worth of indoctrination, no matter how much she yearns. Torn, she whines under her breath and stares down at her shimmering reflection.

If she seeks a male’s attentions, she will be no better than her sister and the rest. No, she will be even worse. She will be an unpardonable sviker, never able to return to Elfenbenravn.
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she was drawn to the scent, but a self-taught restraint, rooted in shame, kept her from it.

unfortunate, that her prey led there.

it was a fox, and already bore the hound's teethmarks. with her every lunge it would curse in its tongue, limping ever forward to the great water.

the patient chase.

when they were near, the scent was on the wind. the hound kept her focus on the fox, who had stepped into the water and begun to yell.

( chant? )

she thought it needless to bloody the water. the hound pushed her quarry down, and kept it pinned against all its trashing.

still the white shape stole every other glance.
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Her eyes are continuously drawn to the image of her dark ear. At length, she closes her eyes and sags, exhaling. She cannot give in to her selfish desires. Her clan needs her—a faithful servant—perhaps more than ever right now.

She will not soon forget this wilderness, with its strange ways, especially when she opens her eyes and sees yet another peculiar creature. Berserkir watches keenly as it drowns a fox in the shallows.

The pale Kvitravn eventually turns and wades out of the water, turning to face back toward Elfenbenravn. She knows that getting back home safely will be a battle all its own.