and love was ferocious in his spirit, and love was volcanic in his mind. broadening shoulders tipped snow forcefully from hanging branches as he ran between the trees, and in the collapse of white drifts, birds rose in a flurry of alarm and annoyance.
they veiled torgar for a moment, but as he blinked through their beating wings, he saw he was not alone. the sparrows soared away and he was left alone with the tall stranger whose immediate crime was reminding him of sólúlfur in her confident stance.




