The sun barely came through the clouds upon the snowy surface of Forochel. Not even a breeze graced the rolling hills covered with fresh powder, yet subtle tracks remained.
"Faster! I heard you north-men were stronger than this! That Easterling greatly exaggerated your abilities, for I see nothing more than a gray haired savage. Looking more and more like that Gray haired bastard aren't you?" Domedrudis said as a wicked grin curled across his lips, which soon disapeated as he saw Urses stand.
The Gray Haired North-man with only a modest wrapping around his waist, barely covering to his mid thigh. Blue tattoos crossed this way and that upon his pale skin, which had turned almost a bluish hue from the frigid temperatures of the frozen wasteland. "Aye, that I might be little pup. How about you take these chains from my wrists, and we shall see if you stand disappointed still, or stand at all." Urses chuckled lightly, his lips cracked and dried.
Domedrudis stared at him for several moments, before pulling hard on the rope that had been tied tightly around Urses' neck. "Come, Northern dog. You're worth more alive, than dead. For the time being." Yet Urses stood still, just staring at this man.
The bounty hunter stepped forward with an aggressive tone, but was quickly set back in place as Urses drew himself to full stature and loosed a gutteral growl that almost seemed to echo into the nothingness of Forochel. Though, it was not the Northman's growl that struck fear into Domedrudis' heart. It was the answer, of wolves, bears and snow cats alike. Urses smiled widely, looking towards Domedrudis.
"Come now, little brother. Be not afraid, you shall not last the morrows night."
