A day had passed since Skjoll’s death in Vilkas’s arms. They took his body to the Hall of the Dead so that Andurs could prepare him for his burial. They will lit his pyre in two more days. Until then, Skjoll was resting in the tombs. The single thought sickened Vilkas. He was lying in his bed in foetal position. Farkas had stayed with him since Danica left him, holding him in his arms. He knew he could feel his sorrow.
Re: Huge onyx wings behind despair (Until the light takes us/A dream of wolves in the snow) [5/?]
A day had passed since Skjoll’s death in Vilkas’s arms. They took his body to the Hall of the Dead so that Andurs could prepare him for his burial. They will lit his pyre in two more days. Until then, Skjoll was resting in the tombs. The single thought sickened Vilkas. He was lying in his bed in foetal position. Farkas had stayed with him since Danica left him, holding him in his arms. He knew he could feel his sorrow.
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