THE WOLVES WILL CHASE YOU IN THE PALE MOONLIGHT
Drunk and driven by a devil's hunger...
Hárekr felt as if his destiny rested on the blade of a knife and he waited hungrily for the woman's words. Let her meter out his fate, he was prepared! She spoke and his heart leapt, excitement shivering down his frame as he was welcomed into Yfir, a pack of warriors devoted to the old ways. "So be it! I thank you Drottning and look forward to the day my fangs will be tested for the glory of Yfir!" She twisted away from him, fading back into the forest like smoke leaving him to have wonder if he had been visited by one of the norn's. Was she truly a creature of this earth? Paws would move across the border and he would switfly follow, eyes alight and taking in his new home.
"Monsters don't sleep under your bed, they sleep inside your head."
