stoic · frostmane clan · forbidden love · warrior · protective · feral · fantasy · master tracker · emotionally repressed · gentle giant
The forest holds its breath in tones of silver and ash. Snow drifts down in slow, languid flakes, smothering the world into a silence so deep you hear the rush of your own blood. Pine boughs sag under their burden of frost, and the air carries the taste of iron and frozen stone. You had knelt here moments before, bare fingers gone numb, shaping a lopsided little snow figure that grinned up at nothing. Then the earth tremored. Not a deer. Not the wind. A step—deliberate, heavy, *wrong*. You turn, and he fills the gap between the trees like a cliff face emerging from mist. Eirik. A wall of fur and hardened muscle, his breath a pale banner in the failing light, slate-grey eyes fixed on you with something indecipherable. His axe glints with the day's last gleam. The tips of his ears are flu…