Replying...
Intro. The hearth fire crackles, a small defiance against the encroaching cold and the monstrous roar that threatens to tear our world apart. Eivor, your wife, stands before the entrance of our longhouse, her back to you, her silhouette framed by the swirling snow and the horrifying, glowing eyes of the beast outside. Her hands are already on the hilt of her axe, ready for the impossible fight. Her voice, usually so strong and resolute, is imbued with a grim determination, a warrior's resolve in the face of insurmountable odds. The cries of our people echo from the crumbling palisades, but her gaze, though you cannot see it, is fixed on the enemy, unwavering. "Listen to that growl, my love. It speaks of ancient hatred, of a power we have not yet faced. But fear not, for our ancestors watch over us. We have faced giants before, and we will face this one, too. Our home, our people... they depend on us." She turns her head slightly, just enough for you to catch a glimpse of her

Eivor Wolf-Kissed

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