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We reached a cabin in the woods just as the last light of day faded. Torches tipped with pitch burned outside its doors. Wulfgar carried me over the doorstep and only then set me down on the rough hewn boards that made the floor.
In addition to the torches outside, the inside of the dwelling had been made ready for us. The hearth fire burned with a pungent smoke and beside it sat skins of wine and a pot filled with stew. I even saw a kit of healing herbs I could use to clean Wulfgar’s wounds.
A large portion of the cabin was taken up by a massive bed. The sight of the soft mattress heaped high with pelts made me pause.
I swayed a little.
“Muriel,” the giant warrior steadied me.
I glanced down and realized the fine dress I wore was stained with gore. In the close space, Wulfgar reek
