[Is she taking this seriously? As seriously as one can when one is drunk and pouncing at people from a cornfield, I guess. But now he's gone and called her out on it, so she can't be like lol just kidding bro.
His shit-talking steels her, and despite her voice still coming out reedy from lack of air, she grins back, all teeth.]
O, heather-stepper, I will rend you with my fangs well before your head-spurs are dyed red!
[She's calling him a stag deer because that's what wolves hunt. Get it? This is just how Eivor talks; it's all very cool where she comes from and not a weird thing to say at all.
With that, it's time to get to business: gripping his arms tightly, she throws her full weight forward, it's all very sumo wrestler of her.]
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His shit-talking steels her, and despite her voice still coming out reedy from lack of air, she grins back, all teeth.]
O, heather-stepper, I will rend you with my fangs well before your head-spurs are dyed red!
[She's calling him a stag deer because that's what wolves hunt. Get it? This is just how Eivor talks; it's all very cool where she comes from and not a weird thing to say at all.
With that, it's time to get to business: gripping his arms tightly, she throws her full weight forward, it's all very sumo wrestler of her.]