Barrow Fields blood and wine

short post is short :c

 

The opossum might have evaded him but Kjalarr was determined not to let this magnificent beast evade him. If Floki and him could catch it...why, they would eat like kings. Granted, he understood the possibilities weren't overly high — on a good hunt day it usually took a whole pack to bring down a deer which was significantly smaller than this moose. Still. Floki gave chase to it when it darted away and Kjalarr went into position, launching himself forward into a run, mirroring his twin's given grin before his brother snapped harmlessly at her heels. Kjalarr intended to keep his momentum, snapping his teeth at the air close by her flank. The famine had seen that he was not as strong as he should have been and this frustrated the viking but he deigned to keep pace and not fall behind where it would be possible to fall victim to her hooves.