GOT AN ANGEL ON MY SHOULDER
But the devil always won...
An old instructor once said the stomach was the seat of the mind and it was true that Harbringr had a tendency to think with his gut. He moved with his whims when he travelled, rarely having a set destination in mind. The sun had just set and a full autumn moon was rising up over the water, its light reflecting on an island in the distance that seemed to sparkle like silver. It immediately caught the man's attention and he swiftly took to the water to go investigate. Costanza flew gently overhead, a ghost cutting through the night. He was amazed that his wife in her new form could still move as gracefully as she had as a wolf.
A splash nearby caught his attention but when he looked over it was just Ari. The macaque swam along next to him giving him a look that suggested he'd be much happier on dry land. When the trio reached the pale sands of the silver island Harbringr shook out his coat and immediately started exploring. He'd been sticking close to Ashen but now that everything seemed to be going well he felt he could safely take a bit of time off to wander.
Hari worked his way through the brush, moving careful as he caught the scent of game. He hadn't gotten far when a pale figure caught his attention. He was surprised to see it was a woman. She had an unusual look about her and he wondered if she might be some kind of sorceress or something. "Good evening, I hope I am not disturbing your contemplations."
