untamed and bleak

The red woman puffed up her coat, trying to appear larger as she flashed teeth at him. Vale wasted no time in leaping up onto the wall as well. The man's black and silver coat bristled in turn and thus, they were back to square one. There was fire in her eyes, and the jotunn appreciated that in a woman, so he didn't crush her beneath him as he surely could. She spat vitriol in his direction and the bearded brute growled in turn, volcanic baritones rumbling through a wide chest.

Vale took a step towards the woman, showing no fear. "Is this not your home? Odin himself cleared a path and gave me the power to cross the grey salt sea." Another step towards her, his size and bulk dwarfing the russet fae. "A stranger in one's home is given food and shelter where I am from." To the Viking giant, his request wasn't remotely one that was outlandish or unexpected.

"Denying a child of Odin will bring poor luck down upon you, woman." Vale towered over the fae, but there was little aggression in him. His coat had already smoothed, having believed that he'd gotten his point across. "If you've no food, together we will hunt." Surely the stubborn wench could see the wisdom in that. Hunting with two would bring down bigger game than hunting alone.

"Vale"