fley ok fagrar árar

Sunlight warmed his shoulders and breathed in the scent of spring. It never ceased to amaze him how the weather patterns between Boreas and Auster were flipped. Ahead lay the castle, a interesting human relic that the wolves of the Hallows lived in. Úlfr didn't bother himself with the pack politics, nor did he care about their relationship with The Hallows. He was here to raid and do glorious battle.

Víðarr breached the borders, striding across and Úlfr followed soon after, heading toward the castle as his leader called for the defending pack. Úlfr could practically smell the wine now. He was eager to sample the Hallows wares and there was something about gaining such spoils through battle that would make them taste so much sweeter.