Perched on a street lamp the Huginn peers down at the yellow car below him. Wolves driving cabs – for all their prophecies and signs surely the Norns had forgotten to add this one as a true sign of Ragnarok. The raven shook his head letting out a loud squawk. Tempting as it was to shit on the car and fly off he refrained. He had found one of the wolves and the All-Father’s instructions had been remarkably vague (as they tended to be and really as Odin’s own thoughts he ought to automatically know certain things, right?) and he was at a temporary loss as to what he was supposed to do now.
Which only meant one thing – he was free to heckle.
HEY FURFACE!
((OOC: Short scene if you’re game, Tess. We can work up to a full blown log later ^_^))
Which only meant one thing – he was free to heckle.
HEY FURFACE!
((OOC: Short scene if you’re game, Tess. We can work up to a full blown log later ^_^))