GOT AN ANGEL ON MY SHOULDER
But the devil always won...
Dusk was falling as Harbringr left his den to begin a journey westward. He wanted to see just how far he could go before he reached the ocean. He was fine with where Ashen had made camp but his days of wanting to hole up in his den were swiftly passing and now he was agitated and restless. He couldn't bring himself to focus after being uprooted for what seemed like the second time in a very short time frame. He supposed he should be grateful that most everyone made it out ok. It wasn't like the drought that had slowly and surely killed off the majority of his family as well as his wife. Still, it was beginning to make him wonder if the Klein's were ever going to get a chance to build an empire and then keep it for more than a year.
He worked his way west, Costanza flying above him as Ari walked along beside. When the arrived at the basin he saw mostly golden and brown grasses, many of them leveled flat from a passing storm that had dropped rain and hail. The storm had passed on and left the sky surprisingly clear. Harbringr sat down, gazing out toward the western horizon where the sun was beginning to set. This far west and that low in the sky the color was unblocked by the volcano's haze. If he turned his back to the east and all the destruction that lay behind him he could almost pretend that none of it had happened. He could pretend he was just on a little vacation and he was here watching the sunset with his reincarnated wife and his macaque companion.
