Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190110155650/@comment-5583506-20190110211628

Hate sniffed around the railings of the ferry, chewing on some of the posts until he was told to leave them be by his mistress. On behalf of Valhalla, Ylva had offered to secure a trade route between the Niflheim and the northernmost regions. The true reason however was entirely one of her own. One she had refrained from telling the superior staff of the capital.

The wolf dribbled saliva all over the ground and licked its lips as if it had caught the scent of some scared animal to bite into.

"Hate, here", Ylva ordered, and the wolf reluctantly obeyed.

She wanted him close where she could see him. These were dangerous territories. Though most likely free of the Draugr of Niflheim, she trusted that there was enough dangerous creatures... and people to weigh up for the trifles of the former state of Minnesota.

"We will find him, boy", she said anc clapped the wolf on his chest. "And once we do. I'll let you have the first bite."