The Heartwood There is no end, only a new beginning.

einn, he said. no sirename was given, though the lorekeeper would state his name in full: i am rökkur mánison, came his rumble. sögumaðr, storyteller, lorekeeper, moontalker of forneskja, soon to be wedded, soon to pass his name of 'moon son' on to the læknir, woundmender, herbgatherer, ritualwoman, and to the children that they would soon rear, come spring. curious, then, he said: do you have any family, einn?

while he awaited an answer, he would begin moving again, leading him towards the forest in which forneskja made their home. though rökkur had yet to ask einn of his availability of joining a pack ; but he seemed hungry, scrawny, thin and willing to follow, and so he doubted that the opportunity of comfort, safety and community was one that would be declined. he had set his mind set, already, on the joining of this man.