Date: 2023-12-24 11:00 pm (UTC)
princessfreyja: ([gunnar] 2)
"None whatsoever," Gunnar concedes, satisfied enough with the exchange and the surface level information. He's said his piece, made his peace with the Lord, and wants to leave sooner rather than later—the wolf may be placid and good at hiding his intentions, but it's not hard to tell he wants him gone too. Suits him just fine. He has wolfsbane to purchase. "I would say it was a pleasure, but I was taught not to lie. You can give him my regards, should you feel so inclined."

And that would be that. A clean break, the final devastating hurt dealt. Except as Gunnar turns to collect the baby, there's a ruinous shrieking wail from within the cabin, startling a flock of birds that immediately take flight, followed by the sound of heavy furniture clattering against floors and walls, rattling the windows. The human can only stare, pale skin getting paler. Whatever is in there doesn't sound human.

It's all the more shocking then to see his son—barely recognizable, his hair mutilated and wild, his form under the coarse dress somehow that of a woman's—slamming the door open and running towards them, his face twisted with wild fury. It barely even registers that he has a knife in his hand. All he can hear is the voice of his son, always so high and lilting, infuriatingly feminine, roaring an inhuman "Where is she?!"
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