Feelings

*Torben* · 06-19-2022, 08:19 PM

He blinked, though had a feeling. The paws of many leaving and coming, mostly leaving, were on the snow. He bit back a sigh. Did packs usually fall here? "Ye speak as if ye knew them" he pointed out politely "was it a good knowing?" She spoke of doing a typical thing in his culture; drinking. Especially for the fallen. Grand feasts had been thrown in the great hall at one point. Now there was nothing there but cinders.

Torben moved a bit closer, though kept his distance still respectful. She seemed to be the talkative sort but he would know when she didn't want company. She probably would tell him directly. "On great journeys, good or bad" he began, glancing around "we'd place markers. If they ain't gone, a little piece of 'em remains here for the next generation to come" the massive wolf pawed the earth, making a snow marker "usually done wit' stones, but..." He gestured around the deep winter.

Fashioning a tall and flat 'stone' marker, he stepped back. "I ain't here to join" he added "the pack scent... was stale. I came to see if an'one still remained." He could point them to Valhalla, as Ardyn suggested. But he was more concerned about mothers and pups left in the cold.

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