Ravensblood Forest run devil run

@Bazi A wild, drunken Björn appears! I just sort of made up that there's a random apple tree with fermented apples in Ravensblood, idk. lol.

More and more time had spent in the presence of the sacred lands of Ravensblood Forest with anticipated impatience that seethed like a demon beneath his skin. How many times did he have to continue to scout these lands, rubbing his scent along the trees as if he were creating a barrier until they moved as a cohesive unit to claim them? He supposed that Pump was waiting for Kennedy’s recovery but that would be months to complete and it wasn’t as if they were claiming the whole forest, despite that Björn inherently and stubbornly thought it was the best thing to do. There was nothing worth keeping on the Ridge and so long as they lingered there in part they ran the risk of another avalanche or mudslide happening. It was foolish, but of course, Björn managed to keep that particular opinion to himself. After all, there was a cemented respect for Pump even if he disagreed with her on levels, plus, he wasn’t looking to jeopardize his potential for the Beta rank. No, there was no other way to gain it because it wasn’t as if anyone occupied that rank currently - or else he could have challenged.

Needlessly, he kept up the charted path of what Pump wished to claim, rubbing his left, uninjured shoulder (though the right was healing nicely now that he was careful about not tearing it open) along the bark of the trees. Pause was given in the warm morning as a sweet scent filled his nostrils. Curiosity was never something Björn felt inclined to ignore especially since Odinn was the God of curiosity (among other things) and with a reckless abandon he followed the scent to a crabapple tree, sniffing at the fruit on the ground, catching the scent of venison that had likely passed through their earlier. Ice blue eyes glimpsed at the green canopy of the Heavens, knowing that this was a gift from Odin - this tree. It would attract the herd and Björn made a small mental note to let Pump know about it in the hopes that she would want to include the Godly gift into their claimed portion.

Whiskers trembled as his tail swayed once in a flicking motion against his hindquarters, wondering besides the sweet scent what it was that attracted the deer to these apples. Björn was first and foremost a carnivore, but in that moment he was feeling akin to how Eve must have felt in the garden of Eden, the devil whispering decadent temptations offering the apple to her. Lips parted to grip the fruit in his jaws and crashed down upon it, chewing the softened fruit, it’s sweet juices filling his mouth and dripping off of his chin as he swallowed and licked at them, before he ate another, and another, and another for good measure, and then a fifth because there was something buzzing in his veins and he suddenly couldn’t get enough of the unknowingly fermented juices that he was consuming with vigor.

Ragnaarr, A deep voice boomed from all around him bidding the Viking to pause and wearily, with great reluctance he peeked up at the tree where the voice came from, snapping his jaws close to the sixth apple he’d been about to consume, stumbling slightly though he’d been standing still, as his vision blurred and the tree began to morph before his eyes into the glorious goat that he had only heard of from his mother’s grand stories of Valhalla. “Heiðrún…” Burst from betwixt the Viking’s lips with awe and reverence as reality and drunken stupor battled it out within him.