THE WOLVES WILL CHASE YOU IN THE PALE MOONLIGHT
Drunk and driven by a devil's hunger...
Hárekr chuckled as she introduced herself. Joker was right! What kind of name was Forbidden Salvation? And what on earth could it elude to? "I think I prefer Joker, myself, it suits you better." And what a strange birthmark… the only thought Hárekr had regarding it was whether or not it was a mark of blessing or a curse. "Who is to say indeed. Tell me do you like exploring? There's an interesting crevice in this mountain I think I shall investigate and you are more than welcome to join me."
Hárekr did not wait long for an answer as he squeezed through the crevice and into the caverns within. The moon shown bright enough to light a little of the way, glinting off the stalagmites and stalactites that lined the cave. Carefully Hárekr stepped aways farther in as the cool, damp air made his fur stand on end. It was very, very dark in here. He turned to see if Joker would follow.
