Fuel for Pyres

Dagrún was chomping at the bit to get started. She waited patiently as Úlfr got into position and shifted the orientation of the log. Once he was ready he gave the signal and she began to pull. Her hind legs kicked forward, muscles tensing and she let loose a whoop of joy as the log began to move. She'd be sore after all this, that was for sure but in the mean time she was enjoying the workout. She glanced over at her mountain lion companion who clearly thought this was stupid but she paid the cat no mind. The wind was starting to pick up, bringing warmer air from the south as the sun slipped behind the clouds.