Haust Blót

His companions had informed him about a festival happening in the South during their scouting beyond pack lands. Of course, out of curiosity, he was inclined to go. The description of the host matched someone he had met a while back, the one he had given the baby monkey to in exchange for Ignis' brash flying companion. He had informed his pack where he was going and invited along whoever wished to go. With Ignis tailing him, they made their way down South until they reached the forest. Ahead, he could see the glow of fire getting closer, and it was curious to him. He hadn't seen a fire that big for a long time, much less one that was built on purpose. Striding in among those already gathered, crimson gaze found the stallion bound on the stone and he listened as Valkyrie gave her speech. It seemed he had gotten there just in time, and he was eager to see what this...Blot...held. So far, it seemed to be a religious festival. He didn't mind, of course. He had been religious at one point many years ago, and though he didn't follow any one religion at the moment, he knew about the customs of some of the viking people. The pack he ran with many years ago had similar customs, but not quite like this. He knew about Valhalla and some of their lore thanks to Winter, but beyond that he was clueless. He would be respectful of this event, and so he seated himself with companions on either side of him and waited for things to start.

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