Dragoncrest Cliffs [BWP] A Lyke Wake Dirge

val's gaze turned somberly to njord as the man spoke of the sea, of wolves, of old and young. the world, val was coming to understand, was infinitely complex.

and his role within it marginal at best.

the boy made no comment. he understood the point: that's the way things are; such a finely tipped sentiment which pressed through his tender heart like a knife.

he rose and followed njord. his own belly had no appetite for kills today, but he would hunt alongside his packmate dutifully, and later that night, when he closed his eyes and slept he would dream he was the rabbit, being chased through the darkness by a pair of unblinking yellow eyes.