[She leads them to a cabin on the fringes of town, close to where the spare trees grow into the thicker woods. Freya scoops accumulated snow from the abandoned porch; beneath is a hole, where the boards had been pried up, and rough gouges around the edges, like a creature had been clawing at wood.]
This might take a while. I'm strong, but frozen ground's no cakewalk, either.
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[Freya heaves another sigh.]
Alright, sure. You just stay outta trouble.
[She leads them to a cabin on the fringes of town, close to where the spare trees grow into the thicker woods. Freya scoops accumulated snow from the abandoned porch; beneath is a hole, where the boards had been pried up, and rough gouges around the edges, like a creature had been clawing at wood.]
This might take a while. I'm strong, but frozen ground's no cakewalk, either.