twinkling periwinkle set eyes gazed upon his hardened, scarred stature. and his, bronze and fleeting light, glinted thereafter of her indigo-grey hues. he hadn't seen such a pristine woman like her— well-built, a northern woman if he had any guess. his elk charm had been much more muted, demure, and featherlight as she ghosted over these hilltops.
she had said nothing, either. just stared at him with those widened eyes from a tale that was taught over the crackle of firelight and a good ale.
his nostrils flared, ears pinning backward as he absorbed her scent. ripened feminine, musked by the mountainside.
he didn't have words for her, still. his elk charm could barely get a sentence from him, but it wasn't as though she truly prodded him for words. he didn't need them, only the rigid brawn of his shoulders and the dexterity of his bite.
his nose lowered to the ground. signaling to her. maybe she would understand the oldblooded gesture— he did not know. there were caribou here recently. droppings a half meter to their left.
he snorted once. hunt with me.