Give Me More

Frost clung to the man’s pelt as he climbed and slipped over the rocks with the fluid movements of a river over a rockbed. There was a bounce in his step, a grin on his face. He’d completed his mission and tracked down the scent of the traitorous Vereux. He had hoped to speak personally with the runaway but alas it was not to be. Ah well it was nice to meet the alphess at least and he had the answers for Katja.

Hárekr strode back into Yfir’s territory, amazed at the brashness of the other man in founding a new pack right on the vikings doorstep without so much as a hello. Where were manners these days? Climbing higher the harlequin paused as he heard the festival call of his Drottning. His toothy grin further parted his maw. Ahh… it was good to be home, good to be… with family. Heh, family. That wasn’t really the word he was looking for… probably… The smile faded for a moment as Hárekr came to a pause.

He switfly moved on and arrived at the gathering. Moving toward Katja he dipped his head in greeting. “My apologies for my tardiness Katja. I have found Vereux. It seems he’s living comfortably next door in a pack called Ivalice under the alphess Avalon. It seems he has no interest in returning to Yfir. I thought it best to bring you this news rather than ruffling our dear new neighbors.” He grinned before shifting to sit next to Lyndvarr.