Chimera Fields hey you, big star

AW but perhaps forneskja joining @Solharr ? <3

shadow stood against the greenery of the land. shades of twilight upon the verdant green grasses that marked the western end of the meadow. an open field that held many prey scents. small game. rökkur had his nose to the ground, drinking in the smells with tightly screwed eyes. focus. he told himself. drink.

but this was not his mountain. not his tunglspíra. there were no goats, no sheep, no rams. perhaps a bird flittering around the meadow, but they were not thick, nor tender in the way that the mountain flocks had been. the man stood, his head now raised, a chord of regret striking deep within his chest. a feeling he resented.

and then he blinked. the regret had vanished just as quickly as it had come. rökkur reminded himself, then, that he had left for a reason. to escape war. bloodshed. to renew himself. and so he would continue walking, following, now, the scent of a rabbit.

hunger grew within his belly. pawing along in strides. moving.

alive.