Under snow and ice on branches, trough deep snow that fell few days ago, Sigrun was slowly approaching to the group of elks, closest was young doe, careless and stepped far from the others. It took half of a day for huntress to find trail of this magnificent beasts, soft meat, tasty was great for smoking and preserving for days of weak hunt. And hide..soft and desired by wealthy villagers of Firnstayn.
Sigrun closed her eyes for moment, as taking out one of her long javelins, to rest her eyes of the snow brightness. After taking few calming breaths she opened eyes and took good grip of javelin, aimed at the does neck and threw it with lot of force and balance,
Doe raised her head and in one moment they looked each other, a pitty reflected in Sigrunns eyes but then in next moment doe was struck, and javelin pierced trough her neck, blood on the snow everywhere.
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Night was approaching fast in north, and she was far from her home and burdened with doe on her back, walking trough knee deep snow. She looks up at dusk, tired and longing for warmth of fire, but then to her left she hears roar of a bear, then shout of a man. She dropped her pray on snow and slowly sneaked down the wind toward the sounds of struggle.
She had a sight to see, a young bear was attacking a tall man in plate armor, Man was wielding a long sword that was like silver in the dusk. But even he had good stand and seemed competent strength and size of northern bears put him down under the bear, struggle came up. I that moment she didn't wait no more, and let her javelin fly toward bear, then quickly a second one aiming bears head. Man was struck with a dead bears body, struggling to escape its pressure.
Sigrunn runs and helps in pushing the body off him, and man gets up, bruised and with few scratches, trembling from cold, still attempting to pull out his second sword that got iced in its covers.
- Friend! Friend I am! - she said loudly on her language of north as raising her hands, sure he is not of eastern stock as they are much shorter and dark. And garment of a man called image of southern knights.
Angelnarth looks at her with thankful nod, eyeing the woman, surprised that javelin wielder is a woman. He replies on her tongue, of what he had learned latly.
- Thank you, friend. - and offers her his hand to shake.
Sigrun accepted and shook his hand as saying - "Sigrunn Ulfsdottir."
- Angelnarth Naumeril, thank you once again. - he smiled as rubbing blood from his cheek in careless manner. - "Say..is there any village? I am lost." -
Woman smiles and points toward sunset - "Firnstayn, Jarldome of Skjalddís Brundreki. I will lead you if you wish." -
And indeed they walked rough night toward village above fjord, homestead of her people. Northmen of Rhovannion.
