She nodded. “Let me get the cattail I’d gathered.”
While she collected the edible plants and the saplings she’d picked to make a bow and several arrows, Gunnvar paced the small clearing, peering into the darkness. “The wolves have gone.”
“Yes, they’re not known for bravery, especially just one or two of them.”
“There could have been more.”
“Yes.” She glanced around. “Come, let’s go.”
Chapter Ten
The embers were stillglowing when Ingrid and Gunnvar returned to the camp. She laid a stick of driftwood on top, propped against a stump of kindling, then sat and drew out her dagger.
“The chicken gave us an egg.” Gunnvar held up a small brown egg. “Haps we should have spared it.”
“Too late now. Eat it,” she said. “You said you were hungry.”
He cracked it, then tipped his head back and poured the slippery contents into his mouth. When he’d swallowed and thrown the shell to one side, he said, “I set a trap, just yonder. I’ll go and see if we’ve been lucky, this place is teeming with rabbits and squirrels.”
She nodded.
“And you stay here.” He pointed at her. With the markings on his face, topless, and the hair on the top of his head unbraided and wild today, he looked ready for battle with an army rather than a small animal.
She smiled. “I will. I’m working on this.”
“Make sure you do.” He strode off.
When she’d finished admiring his ass and the ink on his wide shoulders and strong back, she set to her task, smiling as she whittled the wood. She’d had her first touch by a man. Something other than her own hand had given her pleasure.
But oh, it had been wild, intense. She’d wondered if she’d survive it at one point.
She clenched her internal muscles, thinking of his fingers over her entrance and wondered what it would have been like if he’d pushed in.
Or pushed his cock in.
A delicious tremble went through her as she removed the outer bark of the sapling. Gunnvar was a sexy man, he knew what he was doing and did it. She wanted to lie with him one day, find out how he’d give her pleasure when they were both naked.