Are
Hiding spots where not scarce in the woods of the Álfar, but they all as treacherous as they where plenty. Each and every one another challenge for a would be hunter scouring the land for that pin-prick of light that so loved to send pokers of red-hot anger shooting through his mind. Taunting him at every turn. Each overturned shrub and rock slowly adding to a mood left simmering, but not boiling. No, there was still something distinctly Are over the low sulfur-laced grumbling accompanying his methodical digging through every nook and cranny in search of that itch.
"It's just a matter of time..." he said just loud enough for it to be picked up by any sneaky servant of that damned enemy. Words followed by absolute silence, as if the snow itself would whisper where the quarry sat huddled together, surely shivering from equal parts cold and fear. Mostly fear, for who would not tremble at the disheveled mess of a huge man stumbling from bush to boulder in hopes of finding... What exactly he wasn't sure of, but that didn't seem to dissuade him the least.
"It's just a matter of time..." he said just loud enough for it to be picked up by any sneaky servant of that damned enemy. Words followed by absolute silence, as if the snow itself would whisper where the quarry sat huddled together, surely shivering from equal parts cold and fear. Mostly fear, for who would not tremble at the disheveled mess of a huge man stumbling from bush to boulder in hopes of finding... What exactly he wasn't sure of, but that didn't seem to dissuade him the least.
