Fluttering, twisting and falling to land upon frozen ground that had been bitten by a coating of fall frost. The trees above him swayed in their stark nakedness their shrouds of leaves laying tattered below them. Winter was waiting around the corner, it's fangs bared in a spring to bite and tear and render and bring the world of blood filled color to it's end in favor of the colors of silence and stillness. Shilah had a difficult decision to make and he chose to leave Valhalla. He would turn to his nomadic lifestyle and learn of the Druids and their healing methods from a young brute named Bard. What did they each know that the other did not? There was a wealth of learning opportunity ahead of him and Valhalla was well stocked with wolves. There would be others to fill his space of that he was certain. And so he tipped his head to the sky and howled for Erani.
