Saga

You note that a group of the hunters were swapping stories in a small circle. Interested, you sat down to listen in. By the time you sat, it was a dark slate gray she wolf's turn to tell her tale. She glanced at you, seeming more eager to speak, as if giddy to try to impress you. "So there I was, bolting after fleeing prey that our lovely chasers unfortunately could not capture," She winked at Alva, who snickered. "I was so close to the hare, I could practically feel its warmth in my maws; However," Her voice lowered to a menacing rumble as she mimicked a bear's snarl. Instead of the fearful reaction she likely wanted, jeers and snickers echoed throughout the group. Saga shook her head, "I was face to face with a Grizzly; I thought that it was my last veiðr (hunt). I barely managed to escape with my life, but the bear did get my tail!" She dramatically showed off a nub where her tail shouldve been. "Wasn't it a pack of 20 coyotes last time?" laughed a hunter from the crowd, making Saga blush wildly in embarrassment.