GOT AN ANGEL ON MY SHOULDER
But the devil always won...
Hárekr couldn't help himself. He just couldn't stay in one spot for long and the lure of exploration of the Northern territories drew him out of his den and into the chilly winter morning. Strolling along with no destination in mind it wasn't long before the man came upon an interesting site. Before him lay a mass of gnarled trees that inter-twined and wove in and out as the knotted towards the sky. How interesting….
Háre moved his way around the trees, weaving between them, rubbing his pelt and scent on them before his curiosity to go higher got the better of him. Paws reached out as he leapt onto a thick, low branch. Carefully he began to pick his way up and through the trees. A girlish giggle caught his attention and he turned to see a young woman climbing the trees. He watched the woman for a moment, eyes drifting to the small, hairy thing that was with her. He licked his lips. Was it edible?
"Monsters don't sleep under your bed, they sleep inside your head."
