GOT AN ANGEL ON MY SHOULDER
But the devil always won...
The irony of his name was not lost on Harbringr. Being the youngest of Hamiclar's first litter and now he was late to arrive in the new lands called Boreas. He was not much a harbringer of anything it seemed but that was fine with him. He was something of a stubborn creature at times and he'd been loathe to leave his homeland despite the tragedies that had befallen it. Even knowing that Hannibal sought to find new lands with which to continue their empire. On the first true day of spring he had decided that with the earth declaring it time for a new beginning that he would declare a new beginning as well. A new beginning in a new land. He would follow Hannibal, but first he had to find the man.
He'd spent the first few weeks exploring these new lands when a familiar voice rang out from the Battlefield. He smirked. Seemed his eldest brother was wasting no time. That suited Har just fine. He trotted swiftly to the call and arrived just as the battle began. He hung back at first, examining the gathering of wolves and the new scents that accompanied him before he spied his half-sisters Aeona and Deathbelle. Grinning he walked over to them. "Our brother is putting on quite a good show, don't you think?"
