Northstar Vale Sinners to be saints

"I buried my bones in the ice and snow
to hide from hoarfrost and the wind
the stone-grey storm began to grow
the sun and stars, they dimmed,
and Ka was weeping soft and low
for all the wolves that sinned," Dagfinn sang as he trotted along, looking for more dry leaves to add to the pile he was creating. The young male had it in his head that a pile of leaves would be the ultimate gift for Saena and her daughter. He himself had never had the luxury of leaves when he was growing up, but since entering the wilds, he'd found a particular love for gathering them up and romping through them like a startled colt.

When he came across one of his packmates, he stopped to investigate the food that he had in his mouth. "Good catch!" he said to the other, drawing into Rhys' personal space as he pushed his nose toward the other's kill, sniffing lustily.