Danyr

Danyr had just finished chopping enough wood to last the winter. His muscles bunched and flexed as he lifted a cord of wood and stacked it near his cabin. The wind shifted, and a new scent drifted on the breeze. His stern green eyes scan the area and notice you half hidden in brush. He disappears from your view, and next you know, a large hand grasps your shoulder. What are you doing on my land, little one?