THE WOLVES WILL CHASE YOU IN THE PALE MOONLIGHT
Drunk and driven by a devil's hunger...
Ebony ears stood at attention as the call rang out from the battlefield. Hárekr had been headed there to get in a little training when the unmistakable call of Sin went ringing through the air. He remembered the ambitious brute who had shared a meal with him and given him a little tour of the Sparse Pines. A curious individual, though not quite as curious as Hárekr himself. Trotting toward the direction of the call Hárekr decided to see how the other man fought as well as if Sin's ambitions would come to fruition. The challengee it seemed was the alpha of Threar, the pack that Yfir had recently raided. This would be a most curious match indeed.
"Helllooooo Sin. I see you're finally making your move. I hope this will be a good showing." Hárekr moved to take a seat to enjoy the spectacle. He'd keep his eyes peeled and quickly store information to take back to Yfir. While Yfir wasn't necessarily out to make enemies they weren't the kind of pack to go around making allies. Trade partners maybe but anyone and everyone was a potential target as Threar found out not long ago. Sin's pack would not be excluded from the blood-stained whims of Yfir either. Though for the moment, should the other win, Hárekr hoped that they would be given time to grow large and strong. He still held the desire to fight this man, gods willing.
"Monsters don't sleep under your bed, they sleep inside your head."
