Ravensblood Forest from wars that you waged

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There was never a moment in which Kjalarr had ever considered the ravens as food, despite the pain of hunger that was quickly becoming not only an annoyance, it was also a persistent pain. Pestilence had swept through their home and starvation was more of a real threat to Kjalarr than it had ever before. Death was supposed to be celebrated by the Vikings ...yet Kjalarr couldn't help but wonder how selfish it was to not want to starve to death. According to Thistle's stories the only way into Valhalla was to die a glorious death: no doubt in battle. Yet, fighting hunger was not a battle that Kjalarr felt the Allfather would consider worthy. Idly, he contemplated just how far his search could take him and that if he kept walking the would eventually stumble across land untouched by the swarm and brimming with life and food; yet the consideration was banished as quickly as it snaked it's way into his mind. He was far too loyal to Caiaphas and beyond that he had a duty to Saltwinter and it's coywolf queen as their Beta.

Kjalarr thought he saw something out of the corner of his eye — though this was always hard for him to discern — as he shrugged through the tangles of spindly and naked underbrush, the sound of plush grass underfoot replaced by the 'crunch' of locust carcasses in stead. It made his attempts at being stealthy a challenge, but he got the suspicion that he wasn't alone. A gut, instinctual feeling and a low warning growl rumbled in the viking's chest. “Who is there?” He inquired into the darkness, made skeletal by the bones of the trees stripped bare, some small part of him hoping it was large prey that he could hunt and bring back to Saltwinter for her wolves to eat.