THE WOLVES WILL CHASE YOU IN THE PALE MOONLIGHT
Drunk and driven by a devil's hunger...
A chill breeze picked up, sitrring the clouds the hung overhead as a light shiver ran down Hárekr's spine. It seemed the odd little wolf hadn't had quite as good a luck with the generosity of Alacritians that Háre had had and the larger man would grin a bit at the odd way the wolf, Cesar, would slur his yes and no. With some sense of amusement he wondered how a wolf came out like Cesar. Was it some sort of birth defect? Was something done to the little wolf to make him like that? "Aww… well that's a shame… oh, oh, oh! Are you still hungry? We could go find something to eat. I bet there are lots of nice birds and snacks hidden around here."
Hárekr would briefly attempt to change the subject and offer his body movement. Standing still in one spot for this long wasn't his style. Cesar would speak again of him being two wolves and while he was about to protest he stopped as he realized the small wolf was referring to his mismatched eyes. Ahhhh yes…. those. These eyes of his had been quite an oddity back home and lead to rumors and myths both good and bad, though generally the later. "Oh? I suppose you are right Cesar." He grinned, opting to play along. "Maybe I am two wolves… but I have only one name. It's Hárekr, or Háre for short. You will see more I'm sure. Many wolves in Alacritis have different colored eyes. Now what do you say we do a bit of exploring? Or do you tend to lurk in your den all day?"
"Monsters don't sleep under your bed, they sleep inside your head."
