GOT AN ANGEL ON MY SHOULDER
But the devil always won...
He'd been told not to stick his nose where it didn't belonged but as far as Harbringr was concerned his nose belonged everywhere. His nose had lured him northward into a forest the locals said was haunted. Costanza, his barn owl companion, landed gracefully in a nearby tree and he jumped before fixing her with a critical eye.
"Must you do that? You'll scare the hair right off of me." The owl cooed in her manner and chuckled.
"I'm sorry love, this is just how I am." He turned to Ari, the macaque, for a little back up but the primate was occupied with keeping watch. Hari couldn't blame him. The horizon swallowed the sun at an alarming rate and it was nearly dark.
Harbringr kept moving through.
"I hope there aren't any ghouls in here."
"Well," Ari's voice lightened.
"If we meet any maybe Costanza and I can trade you off."
Hari scowled at his companion then froze as he sensed movement. He took a deep breath, funneling air into his nose as he tested for signs of danger. The sounds grew louder, snapping branches and squeaking birds. Costanza called out to him and there he spied a large dark wolf in a tree, snarfing something down. He let out a sigh of relief.
"Spirits, I thought you were a-"
"Bear!" Ari screamed and Harbringr whipped around to see a large grizzly staring at him.
