Fenris stiffened as another’s presence drew near. He peered over his shoulder and eyed the younger man. Strange. The man had hair on the verge of silver much like his own. —ah, but there wasn’t a scratch upon his skin. Fenris abandoned that line of thought.
“Are you a wanderer?” Are you a threat?
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Upon seeing the man prepared to arm himself, Fenris reached for the blade slung across his back. “Hmph. I’ve no need of...
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