THE WOLVES WILL CHASE YOU IN THE PALE MOONLIGHT
Drunk and driven by a devil's hunger...
Holey holes in a tree! The Red Forest had some big ass trees. Hárekr stood at the border of a pack territory, mouth slightly open as he gaped upward at the massive redwoods. He'd never seen anything like these before. A grizzly bear could live in one of these things with plenty of room to spare. He shivered lightly, momentarily wondering if he'd wandered into some sort of mystical realm. Could one of these trees be part of Yggdrasil?
Hárekr sniffed lightly at the border. Of course some pack would have to claim this land…. he fidgeted for a moment then flopped on his back, rolling from side to side. It wasn't fffaaaaiiiirrrrrr….. boo! Tongue flicked out between ivory teeth as he leaned delicately across the border to gnaw on some of the tree bark. Hmmmm…. hmmmmm…. maybe if he asked they'd let him explore? Or maybe….
Mismatched eyes tipped skyward to peer at the full moon that was shining down so brightly, it's lightly mostly obscured by the thick cover, only a few stray beams speckling the forest floor. Was this where he was meant to go? Is this where his inner voice had been leading him? Expression sobered and Hárekr shook the snow from his pelt before letting out a howl and waiting to see if anyone would answer.
