THE WOLVES WILL CHASE YOU IN THE PALE MOONLIGHT
Drunk and driven by a devil's hunger...
Bones crackled loudly beneath the mans jaws as he moved to lap out the marrow. Hárekr was humming softly to himself, still grinning with pride after ripping an eye out of that snotty, angry man's head. The black and white man was just finishing his meal when he heard Sin's howl in the battlefield. Uh oh, sinny sin sin was up to no good again. The viking grinned and got quickly to his feet, eager to see the bloodshed and perhaps partake in it. When he arrived the fight was already underway and a small crowd was showing. Hárekr felt a jolt of excitement at the violence with which the cream wolf dove toward Sin, it was surely another death match. How exciting! Shame they couldn't have waited a few more months. Hárekr would've loved to take Katja's pups on an outting to watch one… not that she'd probably trust him with them anyway which was probably a good assessment.
"Monsters don't sleep under your bed, they sleep inside your head."
