ooc: default time is extended to a week. Spectors are welcome, come on by and make a few bets! lol
LORD, I AM CLIMBING HIGH MOUNTAINS TRYING TO GET HOME
Trying to get home...
Frost clung to the ground as the morning rose crisp and cool. Lyndvar stirred in his den, storm blue eyes peering out at the pastel sky that was blocked by the massive staccato of the red wood trunks. Yfir had been quiet of late. The raid's success bringing bounty and a sense of peaceful contentment over the vikings. However, with winter on the way they'd have to look to their stores to help make it through and there was the lingering question if another raid would be necessary or not.
Lyndvarr climbed from his den and shook out his thickening coat. Regardless he'd been spending the spring and summer months honing his healing skills and it was time to get back to fighting. He planned to make a few more herb runs to finish stocking his stores but this morning he sought battle. He didn't want his aunt to think he was resting on his laurels. With a howl Lyndvarr let the other wolves of Yfir know he was ready to practice.
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