Give Me More
04-23-2016, 12:35 PM
Mist swirled around his feet as the morning fog lifted on a chill autumn morning. Lyndvarr had been outside the pack lands, wandering the north as he worked to accept the passing of his caretaker, Inga. Despite his efforts to be proud of her he could only feel the stillness of mourning wrapped around his heart. A void. The displaced space that she had once occupied seemed to follow him around and he knew it was rather unbecoming of him to sit in sorrow like this and he was determined to move on…. if he could just figure out how. A howl rang out in the air, distant and far but he immediately recognized it at Katja’s. The winter-night þing and the vernal blót. Was it time already? Quickly he raced back into Yfir territory, agile paws picking a way up to where Katja and several others waited. He dipped his head deeply in respect to his aunt before taking a seat by himself. Walk, "Talk" Think |