Big Salmon Lake i think god is moving it's tongue,

hoping to build conselor skill ;
open to anyone but looking for loners in particular!! <3

daylight shone above in the great blue expanse that was the sky. partially clouded, white in their softness. birds flew by, migrating, the guardian inferred as he headed towards the lake. forneskja laid behind him, now, as he moved: past moonspear, past the glen, towards the ice of the big salmon lake. perhaps some hunting was in store.

but rökkur moved without intent, rather he was merely wandering, looking for stories or tales he could bring back to forneskja, that he could regale to future generations. he found himself curious, then ; wondering who would bring forth children in the late spring. he knew callyope and sólhárr would likely produce a litter, but who else?

he approached the water, now. few creatures gathered, none seemed to be particularly phased by the shadows encroachment, rather focused on themselves. and so he, too, would dip down for a drink, lost in thought. replenishing his thirst ; tail swishing.