GOT AN ANGEL ON MY SHOULDER
But the devil always won...
Hárekr grinned at the news of the raid going well and slopes running with blood. It made him feel almost sick that he'd missed it but that only fueled his desire to prove himself to Katja that he might be taken on the next raid. Battle ran thick and hot in his veins and he would not miss the next opportunity, gods willing. Katja began to speak and Hárekr sat quietly, willing himself to sit still as she spoke. Tonight they would feast, most excellent, and what was even better, they would prepare themselves for the next raid, a raid Hárekr vowed silently to be a part of. He grinned at her words. The wolves of Alacritis would be wise to look to their borders indeed. His thoughts drifted to Sin as he wondered if the other male had succeeded in obtaining a pack yet.
Mismatched eyes turned to gaze at the stag, the sacrifice. As Katja began the ritual he found himself entranced by the blood, the life that was flowing out of the creature. Katja dipped her tail in the liquid and as she moved through the blood splattered across the darkened fur on the left side of his face. It ran wet and cool and his tongue subconsciously reached out to lick it. When that had finished they began a new ceremony to welcome Laufey Finnvi officially into the Finnvi family. When the rites had finished the festivities began.
Hárekr took to his feet and padded over to Kassander and his strange jars.
"I will try it." He sniffed at the jaws flinching slightly. Uff da! Gingerly Hárekr lapped at the liquid, lips smacking together. A curious warm sensation spread down his throat. Hmm… it was different but not terribly.
"It is a most curious drink, warm and soothing." Hárekr continued to lap at it before lifting his head.
"Come on now, don't have me drink alone! Who will join me?"
