THE WOLVES WILL CHASE YOU IN THE PALE MOONLIGHT
Drunk and driven by a devil's hunger...
Hárekr had heard of the battlefield from his packmates, a land where anyone who wanted to fight could go to sate their battle lust. He knew he should probably train with some of his pack mates but Háre always did have that streak of wanderlust and after the festivities of the Blót he felt he could do with a little physical activity. He need to work off the fat…. and the mead.
As he trotted along in search of an opponent a shift in the breeze brought with it a delectable scent. Was a shield-maiden hungering for blood nearby? Shifting course the viking male headed in the direction of the scent and soon came upon a fair sized female of an unusual pelt. Goodness… she was even taller than him by a few inches. Well, that wasn't too surprising. The wolves of Alacritis seemed to grow unusually large. She also seemed to have another large male with her bearing the same distinct markings. And both had odd-colored eyes! Well now, Hárekr was not such an odd creature in this land. And the pair? Twins? Oh how fun. And both were such a treat to look at.
"What radiant creatures grace these weathered lands with their presence? I am Hárekr Kaltharsis, I don't suppose either of you are interested in spilling a little blood? Or both, I don't discriminate." Hárekr winked with a grin on his face as he waited for an answer.
