där storm mig fammar

Víðarr · 01-17-2023, 02:33 AM

Some days it was nice to be out. Víðarr seemed to wander north on instinct and instinct alone. Among the shifting sands of the desert, it was never going to feel like home. That was true. Something in his heart seemed to pull him in one direction and one direction alone. Nearly on autopilot, he wandered with the dogs by his side. It didn't see to be all that long until the cool shade of the Willows blotted out the harsh winter sun. Not long at all.

Through the shade and dappled light, the shadow could hear the smallest signs of life. There had to be something out here somewhere, after all. He was alert, eyes bright, head low. If Víðarr could catch some lunch, the three of them would eat well. After eating well it would be time for a nap. That seemed like a reasonable solution in his mind. A nap, a bit more exploring, and then home for supper. All was well and good.

The rabbits were quick, that was for sure. The shadow, in all of his hulking glory, had a rough time trying to pin them down. That was alright, and he was alright. It was the fleet feet of his companions that would finally close the gap, snatching up a fat slab of a hare. Finding a stately willow that would protect them on three sides, they settled in to enjoy their meal.

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