The Wolves Rejoicing

Ulrich thought the full moon on the snow was beautiful. The night was as silent as his shadow that stretched across the drifts. A distant, lonely call of a wolf floated over the hills, and a snatch of an old song came to mind along with a memory of dark northern nights around the fire in his father's long house. We fought with spears, 'Neath the snowy peaks. Our shields were bloody: Our swords were notched. Showers of arrows we endured, though some were pierced. And among the swords and cries, Malkinir fell in the conflict, A greater king never was. Wide on the snow lay the newly dead: And we heard the wolves rejoicing. /// Copyright (Check out Mick's Fantasy and Sci-Fi Emporium for my curated list of goodies to satisfy your LARP and cosplay pleasure. Look for the latest DISCOUNT codes from my partners.)