GOT AN ANGEL ON MY SHOULDER
But the devil always won...
Boreas was certainly a busy place but then fall was often the time for festivals. A last hurrah and a boost of morale before winter set in. Taking a break from his crafting Harbringr followed the invite the lemur had given Ashen. He didn't know if any of his other relatives planned to attend but he figured he'd at least see what the fuss was about. It was a good opportunity to get more familiar with the other packs in the land. Oh who was he kidding? He just wanted an excuse to get out. Costanza was nestled on his back while Ari walked along beside him, chattering about this and that until they arrived at the festival meeting. Harbringr dipped his head toward whom he obviously thought was the woman in charge. "Greetings, Harbringr Klein of Ashen." Ari leaned over and tugged lightly at his fur. "She's gorgeous isn't she." Hari nodded absently. She was not Costanza and that made it all the more a shame his wife had been reincarnated as an owl. The spirits were punishing him, he was sure of that.
