THE WOLVES WILL CHASE YOU IN THE PALE MOONLIGHT
Drunk and driven by a devil's hunger...
Each night the sound of insects faded a little more. Harbringr couldn't believe how quickly time was going by and how soon winter would be upon them. He worked his way toward the lake after a quick nap. Harbringr's journey to the battlefield had proved fruitful but after spending so much time away from home he was eager to return. In truth he hadn't been gone that long but the years of wandering before hand plus having an actual home to return to made the time seem that much longer.
Eager to continue to push himself he tipped back his head and howled to see if anyone in Ashen was up for a late night spar. Costanza landed gently in the trees, her large dark eyes reflecting the moon. The barn owl peered down at him but she said nothing as she waited to see who would answer the man's call.
