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the mingling pelts of brothers. a kinship formed. i am forneskja, he murmured, nodding his head, as if confirming this new loyalty to himself rather than to the man who would now lead him. spoken gently, with care.

i wish to find my place in time, if you will allow. rökkur needed to find himself — to find out who he was outside of a fighter, a set of claws and jaws full of teeth. he was a man who knew nothing about himself. to find his purpose, he would need to grow.

and his words spoke to the shadows' heart, as if sólhárr could sense the river that winded like a snake within his past, that threatened to bead within his eyes should he think of it too long. but he would say nothing, only offering a nod.

when he gestured towards the pines, rökkur would slowly raise a single paw, preparing for movement. lead the way, hárkonungr. he would say. and when he would inevitably start moving, the man would follow behind him; his own personal shadow.