Scene LV

Silence was held by Hrom as he intuited the barrier the Archduchess was placing with her attitude.

The man nodded discreetly to himself in approval to the coldness a woman should have and turning to the place where the spouse of the Veneer Female was to appear from sooner than later, the wide savage's brow raised; for between the tents they had walked past, the leather of the Head's tent was pulled by a youthful tough hand that could not pertain to their Leader.

"Hurm... Well, Aiee~ You Female are fortunate. The mate came out. Myrkzver's looking for ya."

Watching how Aslak glanced through every path created by the tents, Hrom snickered. Aware that such behaviour was unthought to be witnessed from the barbaric Archduke a few nights before.

"...."

Ewelina tried to contain the wish to turn and look the way Hrom was watching so amused. Only managing to peek from the corner of her eye, in straightened pose, at the near man shaking his head content on his sights.