Fuel for Pyres

Úlfr looked to the sky at Dagrún's falcon's cry. He saw the little bird swoop down lower, swiftly joined by his ravens as the trio guided the wolves and the lion to the site of a sizable fallen tree. It's wood had been bleached white from the sun and its time in the river. There were chunks of bark here and there still clinging but most of it bore a ghostly hue. "Alright, this looks to be a good one. Let's get it tied on." He shrugged several lengths of rope off his back and looked to the ravens. The clever and dextrous birds could tie knots in a way he could only dream of. They picked a few points on each side of the tree and began to tie.