THE WOLVES WILL CHASE YOU IN THE PALE MOONLIGHT
Drunk and driven by a devil's hunger...
Finally! A taste of victory after what seemed like an extensive drought. Harbringr broke away from his brother and shook out his coat. "Good match, Hannibal. I think-" Momentarily distracted Hari looked up to see a few birds soaring overhead, dark shadows across the moon. They were followed by more birds and then yet more birds until it seemed as if the moon had been eclipsed by the mass of birds. Some flew on while others landed in the trees, populating them as thickly as leaves. Harbringr shot his brother a look. "I haven't been in this territory long, do you think that's normal." He eyed the birds as they eyed him back. Costanza settled next to him but her dark eyes stared at the smaller birds with a clear intent to hunt. She could probably get them scattering.
