Vörðr Vargr Pack

*~Welcome To the Vörðr Vargr Pack~*

You tread lightly through a dense oak forest, carefully avoiding the dried Autumn leaves scattered along the forest floor, the sun is setting and the wind is getting brisk.

You stop for a moment to admire the vibrant colors in the sky, admiring the regal purples and warm orange hues, watching the leaves dance in the breeze.

" A lovely view yes?"

You whip around, raising your tail and lowering your head, bearing your fangs at the deep rumbling voice coming from behind you.

A large male wolf is sitting on a toppled log, watching you with a gentle smile.

"My apologies, it was not my intention to startle you. " He tilts his head slightly "What brings you to my territory?"

Your ears flatten slightly as the wolf stands to his full height, you speak calmly as you explain that you were simply passing through. He studies you for a moment before stretching and shaking his thick coat.

" Welcome friend, come, let me show you around. " he hops off the log and trots over, smiling down at you before bumping you with his hip and leading you deeper into the forest.

You walk next to him for awhile, before asking his name.

He stops in his tracks, his jaw dropping slightly.

" How forgetful of me! I am Sigvard Hakon of the Vörðr Vargr Pack. This is my territory. My pack serves the Old Norse Gods. Our lineage is said to trace back to Geri The Ravenous and Freki The Greedy, the wolves that serve at Odin's side, and against the wolves that chase the sun and moon, Sköll and Hati." Sigvard's chest swells with pride.

" The Vörðr Vargr honors the Gods by defending Midgard, Earth that is. We battle to impress Odin with our strength, we defend the weak and hunt efficiently to appease Freya." Sigvard takes a moment to chuckle at the mild confusion on your face.

The both of you reach a large clearing, and Sigvard leaps onto a jagged rock formation.

"We serve this realm against the foul and wicked, we fight until the Valkyrie beckon us home to our master, or until Fenrir devours the sun in Ragnorak." His eyes flash in the last rays of the setting sun " We are the Vörðr Vargr, the 'Guardian Wolves' of Midgard!"  He tilts his head back and let's loose a deep rumbling howl, you feel it in your bones like thunder, the wild feeling overcomes you and throw back your head and join him in his song.

" May the All Father guide your fangs and bring you victory in your battles friend!" He smiles at you once more before turning his back to you and leaping from his perch, disappearing into the night and leaving you wondering if it was all in your head.

You raise your nose to the cool wind and prick your ears forward as you hear the faint rumble of a storm. Turning slowly from the tree line you walk to the edge of the Vörðr Vargr pack's territory, smiling as you continue your journey with confidence.