Beauty Before Violence

Winter was brutal but it would not dissuade Éldi from his journey north. The volcanic explosion had forced many packs into close contact with each other in the west, a region becoming far too populated for his taste, and so he trekked north. The air was bitterly cold but the clouds had finally departed leaving a clear and beautiful night sky. Winterfell was somewhere here in the far north but he had no intention of dropping by for a visit, at least not til it was time to raid. He had yet to converse with Valkyrie on the subject but Éldi fully intended to be a part of the raid. He was eager to prove himself, eager for bloodshed and he didn't care to be told to sit out just so she could enjoy her manipulations. He'd not hide behind Winterfell while they fought like some cowardly old woman!

Éldi settled down by the edge of Kennocha lake when he caught a sight of vibrant green out of the corner of his eye. Glancing up he saw the northern lights dancing across the sky and felt himself soothed at the sight of them. They were gorgeous to behold, ethereal and mystical. Had he the mind of a holy man he might try to interpret them but for now he opted to take a deep breath, settle down for a bit and enjoy the view.