Silence Is Strong

Baldur badly needed to let off some steam and focus his mind on something other than the night terrors that had started again since his brush with Tyr. He knew the other had done something horrid but he had no desire to remember what but he could feel his mind fraying with the effort to keep it contained. Horror-filled eyes pierced his vision even in the light of day.


The great white brute froze for a moment, closing his eyes as he urged the his of a dying breath and the stench of blood from his senses. None of it was real. Once he was certain the moment had passed he continued on his way to answer the call for the warriors of Valhalla. A training session would do him some good.


Baldur arrived at a small gathering of only three wolves but he nodded politely in greeting and sat down quietly as he waited for events to unfold.



"Speech"

Don't you remember anything I said when I said,


Don't fall away and leave me to myself