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sigvard fell into step beside her without hesitation, a heavy shadow to her lighter stride. the brush of her tail against his shoulder drew a low huff from him—neither startled nor flustered, but entertained. bold woman. he could not complain.
if fate wished you better, she choose strange escort,he muttered, mouth tugging crooked. the man keeps his head angled just enough to keep her in the corner of his sight. woman smelled like trouble.
her question earned a roll of his shoulders, a prideful grin.
ja. sigurðr in native tongue. i am from fjordlands.he nods,
you?