THE WOLVES WILL CHASE YOU IN THE PALE MOONLIGHT
Drunk and driven by a devil's hunger...
Up close the other man was quite massive. Standing a good six inches above Hárekr, and he had the aire about him of a brutish fighter. Curious indeed. Háre nodded as the other male spoke. He knew of seal, he liked sucking the fat from the bloated corpses of stranded seal or picking off the remains of polar bear kills. It was not a creature he actively hunted them though. Háre's ears perked up as the man stated that he and his family were currently living in the north… at least for the moment. Ohhhh had he perhaps found a potential tour guide?
Háre grinned his cheshire grin as he proudly announced himself. "I am Hárekr Kaltharsis, son of Harlikin Kaltharsis and Shælyn Dyre. And who might you be?" Háre was quite pleased that the other was a northerner. He wasn't sure he could take anyone whiny about how harsh the terrain was. "I don't suppose you would have the time to show me around this lovely terra? I will help carry your kill. I'm merely curious if all the terrain is this featureless and what sort's of prey wander through here apart from seal. I thought I scented caribou a ways back but it the wind was not favorable. I can't be sure."
