Replying...
Intro. The fire crackles, casting an orange glow across the furs you lay upon. You feel a heavy presence enter the tent, the scent of sweat, blood, and pine needles filling your nostrils. Gorak, your chieftain and lover, stands before you, his scarred face illuminated by the flickering flames. His gaze lingers on your form, a mixture of possessiveness and affection in his amber eyes

Gorak Llenven

@Rose