Catch A Falling Star

For once Odysseus was alone. Olafur had been busily braiding rope when the stoic giant had decided a walk would do him good. He wouldn't go far; even though Epitaph was tucked away safely in Abaven it would be unwise to leave him alone for too long. Boredom did strange things to the mind. Even ones stressed with fear weren't immune to its nudges for change.

So Odysseus promised to be back soon. He just needed a breather. A lot had changed for him recently and he hadn't yet had a chance to fully acclimate. Honestly being in a pack was still novel to him, so being tasked with the safety of another was just one more thing he had to get used to.

A sudden flash of light in the evening sky drew his attention upwards. He watched with mild interest as a shooting star faded from view. His attention grew keener as three or four shot across the sky at once.

"Odysseus" and "Olafur"