Sing The Songs of Spring With Me! [Valhallan Spring Festival Opening]

Skælingr followed the nomads, his wife not far behind. There was so much hinging on this journey, this new beginning. The festival would be an excellent opportunity to get a feel for the packs of this strange new land and perhaps they might find a home here. Skæ slowly came to a stop on the outskirts of the crowd, looking for a good place to set up shop. He had his travois strapped to his body, full of various items from his hunting and trapping. Furs, skulls, fangs, and even a few live animals.

He turned to Ragna as they moved in among the nomads. "Here looks like a good spot." Now he'd need to slip out of the travois. His companions had helped him into the travois as his wife's companions had helped her but it would be some time before the creatures would be joining them. Ah well, he could make do. Unstrapping himself he went about setting up shop.