such a haunting melody

Her compliance brought a wicked grin to his lips, a nervous chatter filling the silence between them as he clicked his teeth together. It had been so long since he had the company of another, even if she was a myth straight out of his gods' lore. His hips bounced with anticipation, waiting for her to hear the Fossegrim too. But when her sweet whisper graced his ears, a troubled frown plagued him. Perhaps she was not a trick of the mind. Perhaps this was not another trick sent from Loki. Surely she wasn't just a plain wolf blessed with devastating good looks? She had to be an illusion. She had to be. He didn't deserve the presence of a real person. Of a breathing, feeling being. Sprechen unsere Sprache, huldre. Ingen triks.