THE WOLVES WILL CHASE YOU IN THE PALE MOONLIGHT
Drunk and driven by a devil's hunger...
Gleaming fangs caught the sun as Hárekr's mouth widened in a slow yawn. Yfir had been quiet in the aftermath of the festival and while the man had taken up some time journeying about he found a desire to spend more time within the packlands and start making himself of more use. However, what that would entail of he wasn't quite sure. He was not a great story-teller and while he could participate in a hunt he was not talented enough to lead one. Háre mused about the possibility of holding battle-training but alas…. he was not the leader type. Truly it took others to get him motivated. He preferred to roam about through life and let the supernatural tides guide him where they would.
Bi-colored eyes slowly opened at the howl that rang out through the Red Forest and the man grinned. Case and point. Getting to his feet he stretched lightly before going to answer the call. Hárekr dipped his head in greeting to the younger male, still at a loss for the names of some of his packmates. "Hallo… I'm Hárekr, a Karl. I take it you are as well? I'm up for a fight!"
"Monsters don't sleep under your bed, they sleep inside your head."
