Porcupine Ridge axehead

eivor ensured the fullness of her belly before answering. "i want you to carry a good message to Odin," she grinned at the raven with bloody teeth. "eat with me."

the drengr dabbed idly at her mouth, taking a moment's time for a closer observation over his plumage, his small stature. he seemed rather forlorn, with none of the glossy arrogance to which he was entitled by the Allfather.

stretching out with a grunt of satisfaction, eivor stared up at the gathering stars. "has life not been easy for you, watcher?"