A Somber Homecoming

Úlfr settled into his mother's old den. It was a cool and misty morning and he was content to sit inside his den for a bit and watch the fog roll in. Alas, the moisture in the air was going to be an issue for he was trying to dry out wood for a bonfire. Luckily he'd found an old cave not too far off in which to stash the wood for now. With any luck it would dry and be used before anyone decided to pilfer it.

It was a good day to get his mothers' items in order. When they'd passed on they'd left a number of belongings and so he set about sorting them. What he would keep, what would be given to the pack, what would be part of their funeral pyres.