The night air was crisp as Berwald lead Tino toward the lake, the temperature was chilly and there was a soft, latch ditch effort snow falling as they walked. Springtime in Sweden this far north was much later in arriving than on the island. Berwald tucked Tino under his arm and cloak as they walked, the northern lights dancing across the sky and
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"A whole lot of playing with you under fur blankets too." He added waggling his eyebrows in the darkness.
"Hunting sounds fun, I want to take a turn at the forges while I'm here, do some blacksmithing in a real forge. Get some fishing in, spear hunt a moose maybe. I like moose meat." Berwald said as they ambled along in the darkness the ground crunching under their feet.
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"I'm not sure what is in season. We'll have hunt guides to take us hunting anyway. I'm just going to enjoy three weeks of you and no school." Berwald chuckled as they picked their way along the path.
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