Memories haunt us, they're mine
Nolan
02-02-2024, 07:23 PM
The viking was set about doing his best to improve his home. He had decided he would one day need to have a holding pen, livestock would be appreciated. Though he would rather have hogs, he could settle for something else. With the location of his home he worried sheep would be decimated by bears come the salmon run season. Thanks could be heard as he repeatedly dropped a heavy rock from his maw upon the top of a log about as thick as his forelimb, maybe a little thicker. The idea was to hammer it into the ground. He intended on making a fence here, about thirty feet from the side of his hut. Close enough he could keep an eye on what he intended to pin up here but far enough away he wouldn't set it to screaming every time he came outside to piss. He'd done this with about twelve already today. The idea was to outline where he wanted the fence first. Walk, "talk", Think |
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