King Elk Forest Say what’s on your mind so I get the message

Setting: Evening — 1845
Weather: 67F — clear skies, slight breeze.
Tags: @Cenric @Célness and all Déorwine are welcome.

Eadwulf is deep in this now, he can’t go back, he’s getting so insanely close. He can smell other members of his family. He knows they’re here. He’s traveled over mountains, almost drowned crossing deathly rivers, hell almost got burned alive like the rest of them. He’s not in the best condition but he is determined. Once he puts his mind to something it’s likely impossible to change it. 

So he’d risk it. What’s he got to loose after all? He tilts his head back and howls for any familiar souls to find him. Praying to the High Elk that someone will. His howl ends and he dips his head in reference to his god, lips confidently speaking a quick prayer over and over again. His deep voice only a louder whisper. He stands there, awaiting something to happen. For someone to find him — if he’s lucky.