Five O'Clock On A Friday

Éldi grinned as unclamped his jaws from the neck of the yearling elk. He'd found a nice clearing in the Orchard where the surrounding trees helped to block the wind and though it was still winter the day was pleasantly cool. He didn't have anything in particular in mind other than Askr's first batches of mead and wine were finally ready and Éldi was anxious to share as well as spend some time with his fellow pack mates.

His thoughts had drifted to Eyrún and the strange speckled woman he'd met earlier in the Orchard. Odin help him, there were so many gorgeous women on this earth. He'd never really thought much of women before but now that he was getting older his hormones started catching up with him. Hell, even Valkyrie was starting to look gorgeous! Bleck! He sat down heavily in a snow bank. She was like a sister to him, she should never look attractive in that way. It was just wrong. Éldi stuck his head in the snow, quietly swearing off all women for awhile until he could get his head back in control of his body.

Shaking the snow from his fur he started laying out pelts and ceramic bowls before pausing to howl for any Hjarrandi members that were free.