Merry Mead Making

A thin haze of clouds stretched across the sky, casting a dull light on the mountain tops below. Úlfr wasted no time in getting his honey stores ready to be made into mead. While he could ferment it for a week or so he preferred the finer taste that came from a month, or even a season, of fermentation. That meant getting started now if he wanted it ready for the yuletide.

Glámr and Galinn had worked hard for the honey and both were eager for the taste of mead. They had assisted in the gathering of firewood while Úlfr gathered stones to prop up the metal vessel they'd use for making the brew. With everything set it was now time to get started. The ravens set about adding a gallon of honey while Úlfr started making trips to a nearby creek with his water skin to get the proper amount of water. It would take a few trips but with the fine mountain air and the crispness of fall he didn't mind at all. He hummed a nordic tune learned from his mothers and set about at his task.