silver is the grip on the helping hand

He scrunched up his nose in thought, and was surprised by the answer. He had been in Heiðinn almost as long as he had been out of it now. He supposed he had changed a lot since those days. He got fed more regularly, and made… friends. “It’s been… two seasons come Spring” He said after a moment's thought.

She was on his side. It still astounded him that it had happened, but for better or worse, Bylgja was on his team. He knew it’ll be a while before he stopped looking for the catch. But he’d use what he could, he’d stick by her. He had no idea how this would all turn out but he surprised himself to realise how willing he was to give it a go. What was Delphi going to think?

She turned his attention back to the deer, and he turned to see it had finished its death throes some time ago. Its blood had cooled. Actually, its blood had cooled on its body. On the snow. On him, and on Bylgja. They were a bit of a mess. “Right” He agreed, moving over to the deer. He unsheathed his claws, and got to work making incisions to split the coat from the body. “Do we… have to give meat to the stores?” He was reluctant to part with any morsel of food, even such a great bounty as this one.

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