Moonspear berserk

'tis why Ragnar shouldn't let his drugs mushrooms where curious kids can possibly find them when they go exploring their birth pack's territory. oops. ;p

Snow had begun to blanket the earth and this time what the light snow over the couple of days had accomplished had stuck and this put Tev into a horrible predicament. It drove him to the confines of dusk, dawn and night solely, at least until the snow melted into something more bearable. When it had initially begun to fall and the day was overcast it was alright, though still not the easiest for him to navigate, but when the sun shone? He felt like he was blind and for a terrifying moment as he braved the sunlit day earlier he had thought he'd gone blind. It had been too bright, and the monochromacy had made it impossible for him to detect grays beyond the bright white of the snow. He had even begun to hyperventilate in the sinking fear that he'd always had (that he would one day go blind from whatever was wrong with his eyes) until he saw the familiar towering peak in the distance. A sharp cut of gray through the ungodly brightness to assure him that he was, in fact, not going nor had he become blind.

Nevertheless he had retreated into the confines of his den, curled back up and went back to sleep after murmuring something in Norse to which ever God had decided to listen. It was the middle of the night now, and the snow didn't impact his night sight all that much, aside from the fact that it somewhat aided the view of grays, of shadows. It was easier to see a fox has it scurried across his path, a streak of gray before it paused and looked at him, it's bottle brush tail and scent giving it's species away. Before it might have escaped Tev's notice until he saw the movement at the last second. This knowledge made him think that maybe he wasn't the best wolf for the job of guardian ...but he wasn't going to let it stop him. He would not let his sight issues compromise the pack and it didn't compromise any of his learned fighting skills. He could kill and the closer he got, the more discernible the details of something became. 

Thus far only Floki knew of his visual impairment, and for as long as possible he intended to keep it that way. Twins shouldn't keep things from one another, Tev had decided and if there was anyone he trusted with all of his secrets it was Floki. He took a turn at the mouth of his den to a small cache he'd built and carefully pulled back the dirt, stopping when he'd reached the dried and brown leaf he'd used as a barrier between the cover of the cache and it's contents. He lifted it with as much delicacy as he could though his teeth punctured it again before he placed it upon the small pile of dirt he'd accumulated and sniffed at the mushrooms he'd taken from the very back corner of his natal den in Stavanger Bay. It was curious why they'd been buried back there as if they were a secret and though something told him he should probably seek Thistle out to find out what they were. 

Carefully he took a mushroom and chewed it slowly, and swallowed, making a slight face at the aftertaste it left in his mouth. Ugh, they were awful. Maybe Ragnar had kept them as some kind of snack or something but if that was the case his taste buds were seriously messed up. Tev gave a shake of his head before he stared down at the gray blobs in their little hole for a few moments, head canting to the side in curiosity over what he'd found and coincidentally just ate. Unaware that due to the intolerance his body had for the Berserker mushrooms that he would begin to feel it's effects soon.