GOT AN ANGEL ON MY SHOULDER
But the devil always won...
Harbringr had kept to himself since the move to the rocks. He'd taken ill. The ash and dirt had gotten into his lungs and the resulting respiratory infection had brought him low. It didn't help that his mood had been dark in general. He wanted to comfort his sister but he didn't know what to say. Hannibal had disappeared again and he didn't know if his brother was ok or if the worst had happened and the other had been caught up in the eruption. He wanted to believe that his brother, a true Klein, could easily have weathered the event. However, he just didn't know. It was the uncertainty that ate at him.
He wasn't completely sedentary however and with help from Ari and emotional support from Costanza he had thrown himself into weapon crafting, perfecting his kiln. Night had fallen and he and Ari were cleaning up the area that served as his workshop when he heard his sisters call. Harbringr glanced at his companion and the pair commenced to hurry their cleaning. He wanted to get everything taken care of.
As soon as he was finished he called for Costanza and the trio headed to the meeting. There were a number of wolves gathered there. He nodded solemnly to Deathbelle and moved to sit near to her but far back enough to show respect. He wanted to show his support without being a distraction.
