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With Kjerag’s first piece of prey slain, she now had to kill some time in order for the other critters to lower their guard once more. That, or hope that another, smaller predator might come this way in search of an easy meal. She had her bag off at the base of one tree, hoping that it would mask the scent of blood. It was thick enough, so maybe it would. If not, she still had the lake to turn to. Fishing would be a valuable use of her time, and with the glow of the fireflies on the surface, she figured it couldn’t be too hard of a task, right? At least if she could find a way to see past them. They seemed to cover every inch of the water’s surface, and Kjerag had moved close with a furrowed brow, considering her options. If she dove below the surface she could get past them, and perhaps with the glow from the insects she might be able to clearly see the world below the lake. That could make locating the fish an easier task in theory, but when it came to catching them she would need

It was a new day and Kjerag found herself back near the Vale of Whispers. This time, however, she was at a different part of the meadow, where the waters of Hongerige kissed the edge of the Vale. But Kjerag was not upon the grasses of the meadow. The silver-furred felvarg had arranged the help of a brave fisher fel and they had brought her here, to a place by the name of Duskwallow Deeps. It was a part of the Hungry Wolf that was a crypt for numerous shipwrecks. It took a fel of courage to come out to this part of Hongerige, but all things considered today seemed to be the best day to make the attempt. The waters, while not completely calm, seemed to be relatively tame. There were some bits of wood and such on the surface, a testament to the shipwrecks that lay below the surface. Kjerag’s gaze was on the waters, a thoughtful look on her face. There had been tales of treasures among those shipwrecks, for those bold enough to brave the waters and search for them. Soon she would be

For many, Feltide was the most opportune time to spend time with one’s family and those that they deeply cared for. Felvargs of all ages gathered together in the villages around Ulfrheim, full of cheer as they all celebrated together. Cheers of delight, felvargs exchanging gifts, feasts plenty, and colder temperatures chased off all common sights. Filled taverns as well, with felvargs drinking together and warming their bodies inside and out, were another commonplace thing. The village of Hearth was one such village deep into festivities that night. It was Christmas Eve, and despite the chill in the air, no felvarg seemed to mind it. Snow and ice glistened on the paths through the village and on every rooftop. Young felvargs were having a blast in the snow, building snowfels and running around happily. Decimus had brought his family to Hearth earlier in the day. His and Valora’s children seemed happy to be part of everything, but as the skies began to take on the glow of nightfall

The savage-furred felvarg had been back at Vitrheim for all of a day when word came for him. The sender was none other than Uhma, one of the shiftier alphas, and one who was said to have useful items mixed in her collection of junk. Many felvargs jumped a chance to help her, for a chance at obtaining something of value, but as Decimus left the caves of Vaskar, humoring the wisp-furred titan with a meeting, he had something else on her mind. Clearly she was asking for a favor, and he didn’t doubt that whatever she asked for would be a useful item indeed. So what was she to do if he decided to say… keep it? Deci had never been fond of being an errand boy for anyone, let alone an alpha after his chance of leading a pack was taken from him, but she didn’t need to know that, now did she? Decimus could leave that part out, and, perhaps, he might even make off with something far better than what the alpha would give him. Decimus was told he would find the alpha at the base of the Spine of

When Balkian stepped through the portal that day into Helvalla the last thing he had expected to see waiting for him on the other side was a white-furred bear. She appeared confused, looking around worriedly, her small, round ears folded back and chuffs escaping her lips as if she was asking herself “where am I?” Though she didn’t speak the common tongue Balkian was sure that she was lost. Maybe she needed some assistance? Would she want help from a felvarg though? The cross-marked felvarg wasn’t sure, but he knew that he wanted to help her. She didn’t appear dangerous after all. So with his mind made up, he approached Eostre, calling to her. “Hey there, pretty girl…” His voice was soft, trying not to spook the beast as he approached her from behind. “Are you lost? Do you want to go home?” Near the portal was certainly no place for a bear, and with the armors she wore it was likely some felvargs thought she was worth protecting. He came closer but accidentally stepped on a twig

Early one morning on Helvalla the hellhound known as Solomon and a regular felvarg by the name of Crimson arrived through the portal together. Though Solomon had been enjoying exploring the island of Ulfrheim and gaining what knowledge he could about it, he had decided to come back to Helvalla to check in with an acquaintance of his. They were a scholarly sort, a felvarg from Ulfrheim that had done a lot of research on the local flora and fauna. Crimson had come with him as a sort of bodyguard, though she wasn’t entirely thrilled with the notion of having to work alongside another felvarg. But the offer of a certain shiny trinket had caught the shefel’s interest and she had ended up agreeing to accompany Solomon on his day trip. The duo of felvargs arrived in one of the local villages and several villagers were moving in a hurry, speaking with worried and agitated voices amongst themselves. Solomon cast them a look, an ear flicking in curiosity, but they were not the reason he had

That evening found Decimus on the move toward the Vale of Whispers. The Vale, said to be a dangerous part of Ulfrheim, was not a place that Decimus feared. Sure many fels would spread rumors about the place, and while it could be dangerous terrain to those that didn’t know it, he had traversed it enough to know the territory inside and out. He had the location of Vitrheim to thank for that. The pack was located in the caves of Vaskar, and heading through the Vale was the quickest way to get there. The path he took through the Vale was one he had taken many times and walking it had become so easy that Deci was sure that he could do it in his sleep. Even with the Vale covered in snow as it currently was the man was confident that he could navigate it without worry. If other felvargs could not then that was their problem, wasn’t it? Above Decimus, a waning crescent moon and stars shined above him, illuminating his path in a pale, silver light. Few clouds were scattered about in the sky

Night had fallen across the island of Ulfrheim and it seemed as soon as the sun went down chaos had exploded. One moment Bartholomew had been passing one of the dens of their advisors, when the scent of blood invaded his nose. Had Oliver been hunting, Barthy wondered? He poked his head into the den, curious to see what the cream-colored felvarg had caught, onto to be met with a gruesome, grizzly scene. Bartholomew’s dark blue eyes went wide and his stomach leaped to his throat. What had once been one of his father’s closest friends was now a mangled corpse, left to rot in his den beneath the earth. Bartholomew backpedaled, but that wasn’t the worst of it. Screams and the sounds of fighting began to explode around him. The anxious dark-furred felvarg scrambled back, wanting to get away from the scene of death and get the scent of blood out of his nose. It felt like he couldn’t breathe, and his heart was pounding rapidly in his chest. Why? He wondered. He shuddered, cowering down to the

Though it was the part of the day when the weather was warmest, it was still beyond chilly. Wrapped in the shawl he had purchased in Skalaness, Bartholomew was thankful for the warmth it gave. Without it, the felvarg was sure he’d be frozen by now. It wasn’t able to cover all parts of him, but he was grateful for the parts that it did cover. William had liked it too, saying that it suited him. That made the dark-furred felvarg happy. He loved when William commented on little things he did, and how he made him feel special in general. With warmth like that in his life, Bartholomew had plenty of things to smile about. Not to mention he really enjoyed his time alongside the Hunters. Sure they were technically working for different goals, but Barthy didn’t care about that. In the end, their goals were noble, and the thing he was trying to save his father and sister from were their enemies, so surely it all worked out fine? Today he was far from the hunters, however, and he was sure