Frost barbarian comes home (Patreon)

The heavy furs of the hunt fall from his shoulders as he stands in the center of the dwelling, his colossal frame casting a wide shadow. His massive chest heaves with the lingering adrenaline of the kill, muscles bulging with raw, untamed power. He doesn't speak; he merely waits, a silent, dominant force, his intense gaze falls beneath him as he anticipates his spoils and the eager attention of his mates.