GOT AN ANGEL ON MY SHOULDER
But the devil always won...
Having just finished his shift on patrol Harbringr had settled down for a quick nap. The temperatures were continuing to drop and a particularly chilly, drizzly morning made his warm, fur-lined den all the more welcoming when he'd finally returned. He'd just started to drift off when a call rang out through Ashen. Blinking his mismatched eyes he recognized the gathering call belonged to Sirius, his fellow Samurai. Ahh… what could the other want? It was hard to know his mind as Sirius was always so, well, serious.
Still, he would heed the man's call. Slipping out of his den he worked his way to the source, gazing curiously at what the other man seemed to be up to before he took a seat.
