
So you've heard of me?he couldn't help but feel his ego inflate, a warmth brewing in his stomach,
All good things I hope.the god teased, casting a look behind him at the casualty on his back. He winked, before turning back to fight the wind and snow that sought to ruin their fun.
A pleasure, Steren. Maybe my friend might help find what works for you,it seemed that she'd been doing little than surviving on whatever she could find then, and he doubted there was much in the middle of winter so far north.
Storm Reach, I am the king of the pack that resides there, though I prefer to be called Skǫrungr.he offered simply, but he was far more interested in his half starved she-wolf that seemed to have quite the interesting double life.
Where do you hail from Steren?







