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The trip with Geralt and Jaskier was longer than expected, due to Jaskier not having a mount. Geralt was absolutely against letting the bard ride his mare. And I would have offered Jaskier to ride with me but Sleipnir would go bonkers every time someone other than me approached him with the intention of riding him. The last option was walking, while he walked on foot, Geralt and I had to follow his pace.

The time spent on the road made me realize how fast Fenrir was growing. If was clear to me that he was not a wolf but a warg, and by now he was the size of a wild dog, but he had yet to finish his growth. I had to take his education in hand, luckily, I had some experiences with this since in my old world I had a dog. But there are differences between a dog and a warg, I knew there were things I could not teach Fenrir.

Surprisingly, Fenrir's education was going very well. He had already figured out how the system of pack worked. To Fenrir, Geralt and I were the Alphas while Jaskier seemed to be the beta of the pack. Jaskier would always interfere between Geralt and I when we disagreed but he would also receive a few punches in the gut from Geralt for no apparent reason.

I made it easier on me by making Fenrir obey words from my language, they were easier to pronounce and shorter than commands in the common tongue here. For now, it seemed to work well, may it be on the hunt or during chill days, Fenrir obeyed me. I had yet to see how he would react when we arrive at a village or a town, but for now he seemed to be very obedient which alleviated my concerns.

We were now only a few days away from Oxenfurt. Once there we planned on resting a while and replenishing our stock. I was also hoping to buy a new sword since mine broke while fighting vicious Nekkers with Geralt. Perhaps I should buy a collar for Fenrir, it could help when being in crowded places. But for now, a simple thick rope will do the job.


Upon arriving at Oxenfurt, one of the guards called out to us. Geralt and I were holding our horses by the reins while Fenrir was pressed against my leg as I was chatting with Jaskier about food while running my hands through Fenrir's thick fur. We all stopped and looked at the guard, a bit curious. "You! You're not going into town with those monsters, are you?!"

Blinking, I wondered what he was talking about. I suddenly realized he was talking not only about Fenrir but also Geralt; I wasn't used to such blatant racism. The fact that he talked to Geralt like this made me feel anger, but I knew that the guard was only full of fear.

"Do you have a problem with that?" I threatened.

"Do I have a problem with that, she asks. Are you blind little girl?! You are accompanied by a warg and the fucking Butcher of Blaviken!" he scoffed, pointing at my canine and Geralt.

"Well, if a problem arises, we can count on you guards to protect us, right? That's your job, I suppose." I said with a sly smile.

Fuming with anger, and humiliation the guard scoffed.

Giving him a mischievous smile, I continued "But if the worry is too great, I can assure you that my wolves are very obedient and that if need be, I can easily bring them to order." Biding him goodbye, we walked away, it took Geralt a few moments to realize that I not only meant to make Fenrir obey, but him as well. I laughed out loud at his indignation while Jaskier smile softly, to avoid igniting Geralt's wrath.

Going to the inn, we reserved three rooms. Mine was pretty clean and had just enough space to not make me feel oppressed. Sighing with relief I happily slumped on the bed like a starfish, arms stretched which made Fenrir stick his snout against my palm so that I would scratch him.

The quiet was quickly interrupted when three knocks could be heard on my door, I didn't even have time to let them in that I saw Geralt entering my room. Fenrir looked at him a bit curious before putting his head back on the bed for more pets.

"I'm going to the city to buy some things, are you coming?" he asked emotionless.

"Yeah sure. I also have some shopping to do, for Fenrir and I" I said, getting up.

Fenrir moved his ears slightly upon hearing his name. I got up and grabbed my purse which tinkled at my every move, I tapped my thigh twice to signal him to follow me as I went out with Geralt.

Walking through the streets alongside the Witcher without the weight of my swords against my thighs and hips made me feel a bit naked. Now sure, I wasn't unarmed, god no I was no that foolish, I had my daggers! But it wasn't the same thing.

Upon reaching the market square, Geralt went to an herbalist to buy ingredients for oils and potions while I went to a leather shop to buy myself a slightly larger belt satchel. My small bags were useful, but I would prefer to have only one. After that I went to a clothing store to buy new tops and a new cloak, but what I had find was something far more interesting than a simple cloak. It was a hooded coat that reminded me of a of in Assassin's Creed Syndicate; the coat combined dark grey leather with black and dark red cloth. The price was surprisingly low, by impulse I bought it and wore it directly. It fitted me perfectly and it felt as if it had been made for me. Finally, I bought the last item on my mental list: Fenrir's collar.

During my shopping people watched Fenrir with fear and whispered after my passage; the guards looked at me suspiciously, their hands on their weapons ready to draw them at the first sign of trouble.

I found Geralt near the town well, his eyebrows raised at the sight of my acquisition, which had showed him as I twirled and whistled happily, smiling.

"I have to order something from the forge, a master forger is passing by" he said to me after my little show.

"Oh. I see. I'll go back to the inn then; I'd like to rest there. See your later, Geralt."

He grunted in response before we separated ways.

The rest of my day was spent sleeping like a log, with Fenrir next to me. I had placed my stuff against the table and in the wooden chest. I laid, my head on the soft pillow while only half of my body was covered with the blanket. Hours passed, and it's only upon hearing knocks on my bedroom door that I was awakened.

I grumbled, my mind still foggy from my sleep when the door opened, I heard a few steps then silence again. With my back exposed to the room and the person who had entered, I turned my head slightly to see the person who had woke me up.

Squinting my eyes, I stared at the Witcher. Gulping, his eyes were wide open, which was a rare sight from him.

"What?" I croaked, wrapping the blanket around my chest as I sat up. "If you woke me up for nothing, I'm going to make you regret it."

"The… my order is finished and is in my room… Could you come?" he said, after clearing his throat.

I stared at the man before nodding and asking him to get out of the room while I get dressed. He stepped out of my room without a delay, not before stealing a glance at my back. I put on my leather pants and boots back on, followed by my bra and dark blue tunic that I let hang loosely around my body. Fenrir lifted his head, ready to pounce on the floor and follow me. I ordered him to stay before leaving to join Geralt in his room which was right in front mine. I knocked four times before I entered.

Geralt had removes his armor and was only in his tunic. His wolf-headed necklace rested on the uncovered muscular part of his chest. He was sitting at the table, a pint of beer in hand. On that same table was a sword in a black leather sheath with a silver frame. He put mug down and grabbed the sheathed sword, handing it to me.

Wrapping my fingers around the grip, I took it and slowly pulled the blade out of its sheath. It shined softly under the candlelight as I turned it from every angle.

"It is a silver and meteorite steel sword crafted using the technique of the school of the Viper, an old Witcher School." He told me as I checked the weight, switching it from one hand to the other. "It's for you."

I stopped myself in my observation to stare at Geralt, surprised.

"Uh… But I'm not a Witcher, why give me a sword like this? I don't think I'm worthy of carrying it", I disputed by shaking my head and giving him back the sword.

He stood up, approached me and wrapped his hand around mine that was holding the grip of the sword. His hand was large and steady, it completely covered my hand. His other hand rested on my shoulder and I had to lift my head to keep eye contact Geralt's golden ones.

"Believe me, if I offer you this sword, it means that you are worthy of carrying it and fight with it." He said softly, with his deep voice. "You may not be like me, but you think and act like a Witcher."

"I'm just a huntress…" I scoffed, lowering my head, thus losing eye contact with Geralt.

"Look at me Azeria…"

I obeyed.

"You are so much more than just a simple huntress. Don't let anyone tell you or make you think, that you're something less." He scolded gravely. "You are worthy of this sword."

I stared at his golden orbs in silence and sighed. I shook my head with a smile and hugged the Witcher. My head rested against his strong chest as I wrapped my arms around him, being careful with the blade I held in my hand. After a few moments, he hugged me back awkwardly, not used to this kind of human contact from anyone. I shared my gratitude in a low tone, that I knew he heard, before backing off, breaking the hug.

I held the sword with both hands, looking at it again.

"Jörmungandr." I suddenly declared.

"Hm?"

"Swords sometimes have a name, right? And this one is technically a viper school sword. So, I've decided to name this sword, Jörmungandr, after the gigantic snake and in homage to that school."

A small smile drew itself on his face, "A good name." Geralt approved. "Sleipnir, Fenrir, Jörmungandr. You name them after Loki's children. The last one is Hela, isn't it?"

"Yeah, but I have no idea what I might name after the goddess of death. I doubt I could handle a necrophage or a wraith, certainly not a vampire." I joked.

"That would be a terrible joke..." he scoffed with amusement. "But I don't doubt that you will find the answer to this dilemma."

I hummed in affirmation as I put the sword back in its sheath. I distracted ran my finger over the engraving on the handle, appreciating the detail of the scales.

"Let's go eat, I'm hungry" Geralt finally said.

He dropped off his mugs as I returned to my room to drop off my new weapon, fetching Fenrir. We went down to the main room where Jaskier, now singing, was. He wasn't singing alone; he had been joined by two fellow musicians and was making almost every guest in the inn sing. Unfortunately, he was singing Geralt's most hated song. I bit my lower lip to hold back the bursting of laughter, but still offered an amused grin full of sympathy to the Witcher. To our greatest happiness and luck, Jaskier sang for the last time tonight. When he sat down at our table, his voice was slightly hoarse from exhaustion and he happily drank his pint.

While enjoying our hot meal, we chatted chatted together. Although mainly Jaskier was talking, he was a real chatterbox and seemed to be able to hold a conversation on his own. But I preferred talking with Geralt, it wasn't too long, but it always was a real pleasure to interact with him.