THE WOLVES WILL CHASE YOU IN THE PALE MOONLIGHT
Drunk and driven by a devil's hunger...
So this was the Sparse Pines the loner was talking about? Hárekr's breath spilled from his panting maw, condensing into fog in the still frigid northern air. Well… it seemed aptly named for there were pines and the were, indeed, sparse…. and quite short. Háre wasn't overly thrilled with the lack of cover but at least his pale coat would offer some camouflage as he moved through the snow on his way south.
Humming lightly to himself Hárekr slipped into a small cluster of the pines, paws moving rapidly as he dug a nice spot to curl up and rest. Pulling his paws in tight to his body he wrapped his inky black tail around himself and listened to the sound of wind gliding across the frozen plain. He would not allow himself to sleep, no, this was but a small pause in a longer journey. He would remain attentive for the approach of other creatures, particularly bears.... and perhaps potential prey if he were lucky.
