GOT AN ANGEL ON MY SHOULDER
But the devil always won...
Despite the language barrier Hárekr did not feel uncomfortable though his thoughts were drifting and his spirit was urging him to move on to the next new location. He wasn't sure where this new found restlessness was coming from. Perhaps the winter was just making him stir crazy. Yfir had been rather quiet. He knew he would need to start pulling more weight in the pack but being in any sort of leadership role just wasn't his style. He would follow but he would not lead. It was not his place.
The ruddy man would speak back to him. Oh? Looking for a friend? "What does this friend look like? Perhaps I've seen him?" It was unlikely but Hárekr did run into a rather odd assortment of loners. He just hoped this friend wasn't the wolf he'd maimed recently. "Yes, I'm exploring. I like to travel… to move."
"Monsters don't sleep under your bed, they sleep inside your head."
