Lone Star Mountain the sweet taste of olive oil on your lips

Their path remained unclear still after waiting for quite some time for a sign. Normally he would have spotted one by now, Odin always sent them to guide wolves down the right path. Being left alone like this felt like a challenge but even with Odi by his side he was concerned he had done wrong. So he told his companion that he needed to be alone and left her to sleep hidden away inside a den while he wandered higher and higher up the mountains. There was a breakage in the trees and the first thing that caught his eyes was the moonlight colored woman sitting there, silently gazing at the stars. He held his breath for a moment and wondered if he was seeing a personification of Nótt. "Would it be alright if I join you?" he asked in a hushed voice to do as little damage as possible to the serene, peaceful air this woman held about her.