THE WOLVES WILL CHASE YOU IN THE PALE MOONLIGHT
Drunk and driven by a devil's hunger...
Harbringr headed toward the lake, anxious to burn off a bit of excess energy. He hadn't quite decided if he'd run a lap or two around the lake or if he'd instead try his paw at fishing. He was getting better but still inclined to believe that the effort of fishing just wasn't worth the return. Maybe he could find a packmate to spar. He still had goals of getting on Hannibal's level in terms of experience and skill.
Hari's head jerked up, his nostrils flaring as he caught the scent of blood, bird blood. Someone had made a kill. Curious he followed the source to a small woman who had a couple of birds at her feet. He dimly recognized her as Deathbelle's slave. "That's a fine pair of birds. You looking for a bit of physical activity? I need a sparring partner." True she was smaller than his usual opponent but he knew he needed to learn to fight all kinds of wolves and he had next to no experience with shorter wolves.
