#tor+conall

Tor is spending his time alone in a cabin during a hunting, and he didn’t expect to have a visitor banging on his door during this blizzard that painted anywhere further than six feet completely white in every direction. “You shouldn’t be here, wolf. How did you get lost all the way here anyway?” said Tor, a little worried for finding an unclaimed slave not being where they should be. He usually take care of horses, not a slave. The valkyrie takes the wolf into the cabin anyway, having a dead slave around his cabin would get him in a bigger trouble than escorting a lost slave in the middle of nowhere.