Run Run Northwind, Wake My Flesh, Flow Through My Bones [Corbie]

Avalon had been a much needed, peaceful respite. Éldi lavished in its bountiful prey and the routine of his day but then the dreams began to come. Subtle at first but then stronger to the point he knew he could no longer ignore them. It was time to move on. It was not for him to slip gently away in these lands but to journey south, far, far south. Although many might no understand his reasoning, he would do as his gods beckoned him to do.

Éldi got to his feet, his limbs still strong despite his age. He had more to do in this world and he hoped Corbie would understand. Striding out of his den he took a deep breath of cool winter air. It invigorated his senses, woke something within him that had buried itself amongst the warmth of his den, but now beat strong. The hoarfrost coating the grass crunched beneath his feet as he wove between the gentle snow drifts to the barn. There he called for his alphess. It was time to part ways.