5/18/2026, 9:21 PM
The faint but warm scent of honeycomb wafted along the breeze. It was distinctly feminine and immediately roused him from his wallowing; Fenrir whirled around to face its source, finding himself staring very abruptly at a beautiful golden woman. Oh, the gods do answer quickly! Had he ever truly doubted them? Licking a paw, he lifted it to slick back the disheveled fur atop his head.
Fenrir swaggered toward her.
You, it would appear,he cooed, tail held high like a banner behind him. Yes! A maiden come to bask in the holy light of Fenrisúlfr Tyrson, savior of Mythris, the wolf bathed in divine and glorious purpose!
But... she didn't have any tribute.
Where were the pelts, the cured meats, the fermented berries? Had she arrived empty-pawed?
Ah, you must have left it farther back,Fenrir said without providing any context as he circled her, inspecting the woman with great interest.
It was too much to carry in one trip. Well, lead me to your spoils, and I shall help you bring them forth!
He could hardly wait.
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