Brokk
Our little woman slept with her soft cheek cradled in her hands. I napped nearby as a wolf naps, in fits and starts, rising often to turn and resettle in my bed. Leif left to hunt, and I kept my eyes open, wary lest she come awake and think her fine redheaded suitor had abandoned her to a feral wolf.
Dawn came creeping over the hills, and the birds rejoiced. Hundreds of white-wings gathered by the lakeshore, a long jump and short run away from the ruined fort. If I were not guarding my new mate, I’d go and frighten them, barking at their beating wings, trying to catch one for my breakfast. A fine pastime for a morning.
Beside me, the little female slept on, face twisted in a worried expression. I laid my head on my paws and sighed.
Leif returned with a pair of rabbits, already sk
