Inside Mist

Úlfr continued on his way listening to the wind as it moved through the canopy above. A low caw from Galinn alerted him to the approach of another wolf. To his surprise it was Vidarr, just the man he wanted to see. Perhaps the gods were guiding him this day. He had only been in Boreas a short while and it was most fortuitous. He wondered if Vidarr had succeeded in creating his band. Úlfr dipped his head in greeting. "I'm feeling quite well. The winter was long and harsh but it carried many lessons with it. I journeyed back to my mother, Valdís', homeland. I learned much there." In many ways he could say he'd found himself there. Found a history and identity he'd only heard in stories but now had experienced. "What of you? Did you succeed in starting your band and have you room for another follower?"