He stood there staring at his father, the coppery taste of blood still lingering in his mouth from the evening's feast, having only transformed back to human in the past hour. A burnt orange sun was slowly rising in the east through a bubble gum pink and brilliant blue mountainous skyline.
His father, the Allfadir, Othinn Greybeard standing six feet, six inches tall and weighing in at around two hun- dred and fifty pounds of pure muscle, a full crown of long grey hair and beard with leather braids and silver rune beads dangled from his chin still dripping blood. Four twisted and distorted partial corpses lying at his feet, his right hand still holding a partial leg in his grip like a smoked turkey leg as he finished changing back to full human form.
