DevourTheLamb

Two sets of slightly differently sized pawprints leave deep prints in the blanket of snow covering Ulfrheim. The owners of said paws trudge forth with heavy steps, the thick layer of white slowing them down more than their blocky, heavy builds already did. Thick, white puffs of mist leave Helli's nostrils and Helblindi's parted lips with their combined efforts. Winter was fun to some, sure. Still, while the smaller, red-ish brown hellhound seemed to mind it less despite mild annoyance of her own, the dilute black male hound despised it. It was too cold, and there was too little foliage to hide behind. Not like hiding was much of an option. They reach the edge of the forest, and Helblindi automatically stops dead in his tracks. He had never been a fan of open clearings. It was too big, too open-- "Dad?" Helblindi's yellow eyes snapped to meet Helli's deeper yellow ones. She looked at him quizically, not quite understanding why he suddenly stopped. She was a short distance ahead of