face the unseen

As Strai made his way to the steppe to hunt and check on the sheep, he caught the scent of Vidarr and something else. Something familiar. He detoured from the sheep, telling himself the Ovis couldn’t get into that much trouble with a few more hours headstart. It wasn’t long before he found the older wolf, and the scent that had nagged at him.

He sat back on his hunches, and watched as Vidarr painted a protection symbol on the tree. He had not had much time to study the gods, between lessons of survival and raiding. But he knew this one. His mother had painted the same symbol. Protection. “Heimdallr.” He murmured softly, approaching the Demon.


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