she was pretty, this girl who smelled of lakewater and wild places, of snow and open blood and many wolves, and torgar realized it with a shy pull in his chest.
the one who came next was pretty also, noted the young warrior, who found himself standing a little more straight.
hallo!he called back hoarsely, voice cracking just at the end. did she speak as he did? the second was green-eyed as well, a frosthued with freckles to interest torgar's bold eyes.
he glanced to the first girl, to the second; he fell into a playbow and bit the air to challenge.