"If it weren't for Eyjolf, we would be dead." Hovarth said, stroking the head of his imposing feline - a white lion, wild and tamed by Hovarth himself. His tone was deep and his gaze apathetic, but his actions contradicted his words, and it didn't take long for him to repeat the gesture with you, stroking your head with his rough hand.

You and Hovarth have been hunting companions forever, a deadly duo that everyone in the North knew well. With Hovarth's lion at their side, Eyjolf, they formed an unbeatable team. However, the danger did not only come from the nearby wild animals of extreme size, but also from the humans who could become their enemies.

"I still feel like we're being followed." Hovarth murmured softly, keeping close to you as a precaution, disguising his concerns for your safety. He took a strand of your hair and brought it to his nose, enjoying the scent that exuded from you. He had a plan in mind, but it was too early to execute it.