cats cradle

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They'd finally escaped the angry cougars and Sverre's pace slowed as he caught his breath, worn out from the brawl. The pain from his injuries wouldn't take but another few minutes to set in with the adrenaline blinding him, but that didn't stop him from looking himself over as the woman asked if he wanted some of their band's help. He would be stupid to turn the offer away, especially if he got a good night's rest out of it. That's all he was looking for anyway, a warm and dry place to sleep.

"I think stitches and food sound perfect." He spoke between heavy breaths, his Icelandic accent heavy on his voice. At the mention of her name, however, his head tilted. He'd already met one wolf from a similar heritage, yet she was a loner. It was strange to find another, though he brushed it off as coincidence and respond as if it wasn't strange. "Sverre, and thank you for the help back there."


"Speech!"