GOT AN ANGEL ON MY SHOULDER
But the devil always won...
Trotting along the river bed Hárekr was sticking his head in every nook and cranny he could find. The faint scent of pack still lingered in this place but it was old enough that clearly no one had lived in this valley for quite some time. Ears flicked forward at the chirping sound of a little bird that was flying right toward him. Hárekr grinned, his fangs glinting as the sun peeked from behind the clouds. "Awww… aren't you cute, hello there little fellow!" His limbs coiled tightly like springs as his voice dripped honey. "Such a pretty little bird, I could just eat you up!" On the last word he sprang fangs snapping shut as he tried to grab himself a quick little snack. With winter around the corner he wouldn't hesitate to down anything that might potential be categorized as food and birds, while mostly fluff, fell into the food category. It hadn't even crossed his mind that the bird might belong to someone.
"Monsters don't sleep under your bed, they sleep inside your head."
