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The thunder of the hooves matches the thundering of her heart. Everything is sharper, colors brighter as the adrenaline courses through her veins, driving Tove to move faster and react quicker. She separates the young ox, bringing him closer and closer to the spot where death waits. The shadow appears, teeth gnashing, paws moving… a fearful sight for any of the hulking beast’s enemies. The trio make contact with the ox, the fight for survival entering its final phase. Tove races into the fray, grabbing a hind leg and throwing her weight backward. Her goal is pull the leg out from under the creature, to bring the mighty beast low to give Viðarr a clean shot at its throat. The fight will be over soon, the young ox just didn’t know it yet.

"Tove Baade"