drinking sacred fire

 

Valkyrie leaned in over the kill and bared her teeth at the approaching polar bear. She'd already dealt with him once and she wasn't too keen on doing it a second time. The bear was a young one, perhaps recently separated from his mother, and like most young things he was full of piss and vinegar, and he couldn't seem to admit defeat.

Her and Eyrun had ventured north to see what they could stir up for the market. Valkyrie was keen to find more captives, but she was also interested in other valuables, like weapons. She'd heard there was a large metal mountain called a 'ship' in the north somewhere full of human artifacts and it was that they were headed for. They'd stopped mid morning to hunt and to eat, and it was their food that the young bear was after.

Annoyed at another intrusion by the bear, Valkyrie sneered at it and then hissed to Eyrun, "There are some creatures fit only for warming and cushioning the bed. This is one of those." She looked him up and down and then said, "He will fetch a good price on the market. I want him."