Fuel for Pyres

Úlfr tried to quiet his thoughts and not get overwhelmed by everything he had to do. While it was true he was almost done with his preparations the actual celebration and farewell filled him with a tumult of emotions. He felt he was still holding onto something and this act would be a final act of letting go. He watched quietly as the ravens finished tying the ropes. Dagrún and her mountain lion took their places and Úlfr followed suit, slipping into the rough rope harness. "Ok, let me get this shifted and then we can start pulling." He tensed and pulled, his paws digging into the sand as he righted the log into an easier position to pull.