It is dark and it is cold and everything should be still and peaceful. Everything is not. The forest has shed its forest sounds. There are no birds in trees, nor even insects. There is no breeze. But there is the crunch of leaves, felled branch…
There are mornings when I wake up and have to wonder if perhaps I unknowingly made a great enemy of some vengeful god at some point in my life. I awoke this morning to a direwolf attempting to breed with my cloak whilst I was wearing it. Just a war…