dear god tysm for putting up with the utter failure of my brain ;0;
Yet. No, such thoughts are not above a nomad’s mind. Many men would forsake this situation, claim the stray woman and drag her as wife back to their gers. She is alone, and beautiful, besides. A familiar occurrence must also be commonplace for the willow-wolves. Lady Lihua braces for each free step as her last.
Another shake; Batu stalks, dribbling his hides, the moon patterning his face in leaf shadow as the pair of pale eyes make their return. “The steppe. The realm of horsefolk, and khans, my lady. We never settle one place for long, and our women learn to fight alongside their men.”
He chuckles deep in his throat, but it is not a friendly sound.