But of course! Sorry about the delay, but please have a very cute, very tender wolf cub trying his best!

It was finally time to be a man. With his father beside him, and his older brother nervously pacing in front of the fire, Sigfast was ready. Spirits, he felt like he was born ready. He just needed the perfect prey, the perfect beast to impress the tanners.

And Sinéad Steinbrecher, from The Vigil.

It was rare to see her around now. Rumors of her growing legend reached all the way to Hoelbrak, and left him hungry for adventures. Tales about impossible alliances, battles against ancient enemies, and glory that could only insinuate what would come to pass.

His father, Knut Whitebear, and Eir Stegalkin herself, could smell a promising future on her prideful smirk and her laugh like thunder in the mountains. As for Sigfast, he couldn’t get her out of his head.

He remembered, oh so many winters ago. When she and Skarti defeated the Frostgorge Ghost. How she stood, victorious against all odds. How she defied Jormag, her thundering voice echoing through the Shiverpeaks, so even Bear would hear her.

She was unafraid. It lit not a beacon, but perhaps a candle inside of Sigfast’s spirit.

It was time. To stop being a child, and start being a man. And so, with a growl, he took the corpse of Blizzardmaw, the ice drake broodmother, and headed back to the moot.

He caught his father’s gaze, so proud he raised a beer pint in his honor, but he kept on walking. He saw Skarti, chattering up with the tanners, and ignored them as well. He kept on advancing, as rumors grew and eyes fixed on him - all except her. Fiery like the furnances of the Great Lodge, loud like a storm. Beautiful, as the dawn above the Shiverpeaks.

With a loud thud, he left his trophy down at her feet. Only then, her golden, predator-like eyes met his. She was alongside Kyrie Sirhasi, who covered her mouth with her hand in a delicate, shocked gesture.

“What,” Sinéad grunted. Sigfast bowed down in front of her.

“From now on, all my preys belong to you, Slayer Steinbrecher,” he said, suddenly blushing. The murmurs became chatter, and the chatter gave way to a shocked silence. Sigfast could swear he could hear Skarti, muttering a soft ‘Oh, no’. “My only desire, Bear be my witness, is that you accept this gift.”

After a long, tense silence, he dared to peek up towards her. To his surprise, she seemed confused.

“You want me to eat this?” she questioned. Sigfast felt like the world crashed and burned around him.

“I-... that’s not what-... what I’m trying to say-...” he hesitated, but to no avail. Suddenly, someone grabbed him from the collar of his coat, pulling him away.

“Very nice, Sigfast, that’s quite enough,” Skarti said, apologetic. “Excuse my little brother, Steinbrecher, Sirhasi. He had a tad too much beer before the hunt.”

“It’s alright, Skarti,” Kyrie murmured, mortified. But Sinéad quickly intervened.

“Hey, Knutson!” she exclaimed, waving. “When do you want me to kick your ass now?”

“Ha, ha. See you around, Steinbrecher.”

“That’s not an answer! And should I eat this drake or nah? Because I sure can do it...!”

“Not being busy it’s great, you know? Plenty of time to fuck Sigfast right.”

Kyrie rolled her eyes.

“You’re just being crass on purpose now.”

Sinéad smirked.

The Commander needs a time to cool off. Maybe going hunting with Giralein when he’s not lounging on The Grove with his wife and siblings.

The first one has some strong Sinfast (SinéadxSigfast) energy, and that’s not at all cuz I feel that song in my bones and will send it to my bf

The second one is -clenches fist- Arloise to my veins, especially the part about scars. Arlen has. So many.