Barrow Fields blood and wine

The opossum had evaded him, escaping the clash of his teeth by seconds by slipping down into a burrow made in one of the strange mounds that dominated Borrow Fields. A snarl of frustration rumbled up within the strong column of the viking's throat and wretched itself from between his parted jowls. He'd nearly headbutted the mound, and spent a few moments digging furiously at the burrow's hole to hear the accursed beast scramble deeper into it's hiding place. An angry gnash of his teeth was given as he swallowed his pride and admitted the defeat, albeit with exaggerated reluctance. For now, he would go hungry, although hunger was not an unfamiliar companion to the brute. Sprouts had begun to appear, he'd taken note of the sigh of new life though the palette remained the same: monochrome, for Kjalarr's eye condition only let him see things as if he were watching an old black and white film. The world of the day was bleak to him always, but the world of the night and his dreams were far from it.

He paced to and fro before the mound his prey had vanished into before he figured while he was here he might as well explore. The opossum clearly was not going to come from it's hiding spot any time soon and there was no sense in wallowing over his failed hunt. He had only been through the Barrow Fields in passing and before had never taken the time to discover the mysteries it held. There was a shift in the breeze — cool against the muggy morning as it moved through his fur like the caress of fingers — and despite himself he felt his hackles bristle. He was not an easy beast to spook but something about this territory left him feeling a little unsettled. Two ravens soared overhead, letting out loud caws, momentarily seizing the viking's attention. Huginn and Muninn. No doubt the two ravens had caught his failure and when they returned to Asgard so, too, would the Allfather.

As the ravens vanished into the horizon Kjalarr turned his attention back to the ground and sniffed at the nearest mound, wondering what made them and why.