His pace was slow today, methodical; still purposeful, of course — when could it be said that the Jarl of Hrafnsvaktin was ever lazy? — but slow. He chose an easy path to follow, making sure that he stayed in the more shallow snow. His scent would be easy to trace as he made his rounds at the foot of the mountain. His mountain.
His intent this day? Teaching. He had noticed for some time today a small, diminutive shadow following the path he forged across the snow. The stareater Did not make it too easy, but he also did not make the lesson overly difficult. There were times where his stride would lengthen, his pace quicken as he veered into the edge of the forest that blanketed Morðfjall.
Still, young @Tveir trekked on, learning the ways of a northern hunter without truly knowing she was doing so.
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His intent this day? Teaching. He had noticed for some time today a small, diminutive shadow following the path he forged across the snow. The stareater Did not make it too easy, but he also did not make the lesson overly difficult. There were times where his stride would lengthen, his pace quicken as he veered into the edge of the forest that blanketed Morðfjall.
Still, young @Tveir trekked on, learning the ways of a northern hunter without truly knowing she was doing so.
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