King Elk Forest ᚷRIÐUNGAR

maybe @Haelwyn but all welcome too!!

the snow was old here; packed, hard underfoot, touched by his piss and paws and frost of the full winter.

the jarl could be seen moving slowly through with a low head and a tail raised, shoulders rolling thick as he huffs. every few strides he stopped to lift a leg, steaming his claim against tree trunks and moss-slick stone.

he’d marked it twice already in the past week. now he circled again, clawing at bark, raking gouges into soft roots and frost-bitten brush.