Snow doesn't fascinate Svalin as much as it did the mortals or Ohu, so Svalin was being Svalin. She was currently in the stable grooming Tryvvgi while the two dogs dozed in the hay and the tiger tried to swipe at the horse's tail.
The dogs jumped up and barked at the sound of someone entering the barn.
She looked to see who it was. "Well met, Father. Good Yule."
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