Ivar's dark eyes glint mischievously as she speaks. Then you should not be alone. A smirk crawls his dark lips. "Don't you worry your pretty little head about me," he says gruffly, his voice thick on his tongue. "The wolf calls me his brother," his words hang ominously in the space between them. Without any further hesitation she steps toward him; her golden unmarred skin does not quiver with fear. To him, she seems unfazed by his ominous tone or his threatening presence. Fenrir moans hungrily beneath Ivar's inky black hide, he is eager to taste her upon his tongue. "We will give her something to be afraid of," Fenrir growls.

Ivar's ears disappear into his inky unkempt mane as the sound of hooves disrupts his game. The stallion does not slow his approach until he slides next to the golden woman, his question fills the dark night. Who are you? A smirk touches his dark lips. "Ivar, úlfur warrior, "" he says brusquely. "And you are?" he asks abruptly. From the scent at the border, Ivar already knew that this man leads these lands. Yet, he wants to hear it upon the man's lips. His dark eyes flick back the golden woman just as realization floods her pretty face. "Don't leave, things were just getting fun," he says darkly.

Translation:
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Ivar Speech
the voice of Fenrir