8/27/2025, 2:29 AM
For Asgeir
Chewing thoughtfully, Fenrir stared up at the sky.
It had been many moons since the visions had stopped, the dreams had vanished; he still detested thunderstorms, something that may never fully resolve in his psyche. There weren't exactly any therapists around, and anyway, he'd be more likely to turn the other way if someone ever tried.
Father seemed to think fermented strawberries emasculated a wolf. Pah. Slurping up the rest of the fermented juice, Fenrir swallowed noisily as the beginning of a pleasant haze gently washed over him.
He rolled onto his side lazily, head hitting the earth with a dull thud.
Whatever glorious purpose he'd once possessed now lay in ashes, and the lad was just as content to wile away the days with booze.
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