Tension so dense it could be cut with a knife. Her heart pounding in her chest, thick and hot. Blood and heat burning in her chest, and something else burning in her gaze. Sanngriðr assesses the man with narrowed eyes, ears pinned to her skull, palpable annoyance bubbling to the surface. "You assume this is my home, you assume I have anything to give," a bare hiss as she takes another step forward. Soon enough they'd nearly be nose to nose.
"It seems the gods abandoned this place long before you found it. There is no luck here." Bitterness rings clearly within each spoken word, her tone dripping venom. Though there was little aggression left in the man, Sanngriðr has enough for both of them. Brilliant, shining, and nearly on fire with it. All of this rage built up within her, but... well, he has offered her a hunt. Maybe it's surprise that softens her. Maybe it's hunger. Maybe it's the idea that she won't have to do it alone this time.
"Fine." Sanngriðr relaxes, if a fraction. She allows her hackles to smooth some. "We hunt."
Sanngriðr speaks with a Swedish accent.
Sanngriðr's threads may be rated M for use of mature language.
