Meadow

How blissfully she just stands there, bumping the flowers with her nose, enjoying the sun as it smiles down on her. What a perfect moment, too bad he has to ruin her relaxing mediation.

But Fenrir only greedily consumes her every curve, the suppleness of her hips and her delicate ebony and white skin. Oh how Fenrir craves to sink his teeth into her skin and feel her squirm and even hear her scream. He could do it, she stands here all alone as if inviting him to put his blunt teeth around her neck. A smirk touches Ivar's dark lips, as the thoughts run ravenous in his head.

She opens her eyes to look up at him, and her eyes narrow as his words sink into her pretty little head. A wicked sneer curls his lips as she answers his words with a narrowing of her eyes. "Just use your imagination, woman," he growls as he takes a step closer. He hopes she will shrivel up in fear, begging him to just leave her alone, but he knows it will not be the case with her.

There is a spark and a fire that smolders behind her eyes.

"How about a game of tag?" he growls as he shows his blunt teeth. "I'll tag you and you run," he sneers, as the space between them shrinks with every step as he slinks forward.

Translation:

Ivar Speech
the voice of Fenrir