Ravensblood Forest run devil run

Björn's mind had clearly melted with the snow. Bazi steadied her nerves and anger that suddenly welled up her chest with a deep, long breath. Valhalla and 'Heiðrún', whatever that was, were being bandied about like they belonged among normal words.

"Are you seeing things?" she demanded, oblivious to the fact that Björn - or Ragnar - was under the influence of a huge number of fermented fruits. In Bazi's mind, he had simply succumbed to his own inherent mental weakness and finally gone insane. The Ridge alpha would need to be informed.