7/10/2025, 3:47 PM
A change in the wind brings the white raven a scent, before the man arrives to speak. With an inquisitive rumble, Svalla turns in her seat to watch his approach. He must have been watching the herd, too.
He speaks of a people unfamiliar to she. With a tilt of her head and a huff of a chuckle, her sharp eyes watch him.
The bull elk's bugle rings in the distance. With patience, she keeps one ear turned in the herds direction. Perhaps she would hunt with this man, should he deem himself capable. He smells of another; a woman.
He speaks of a people unfamiliar to she. With a tilt of her head and a huff of a chuckle, her sharp eyes watch him.
I do not know of this Sharadoii you speak of. I am Wildling, from the north.She speaks calmly, but proudly.
The bull elk's bugle rings in the distance. With patience, she keeps one ear turned in the herds direction. Perhaps she would hunt with this man, should he deem himself capable. He smells of another; a woman.
You come to hunt for your woman?She inquired, dappled withers ruffling with the breeze.