-in youngbulls dream-
is enveloped in darkness hovering mile up in the sky. suddenly sees the giant black leviathan soaring through the skies, he seems to be sleeping. then all goes black, and he sees a big grey-dressed man standing above him with a black orb where his right eye should of been. the elder seemed troubled by something as he casts a pointing finger at youngbull, saying in a deep roaring voice;
"we find this news of yours to be illmeaning at best. the world is not yet ready to meet this great black leviathan of death and mayhem. you must find a way to rid of this menace before it decides to no longer ignore the peaceful world below."
Youngbull kneels down while listening to his grand master, horrified by this information, before raising his head and saying;
"but Odin, great allfather, what can possibly be done? i could not even reach him."
the grey Aesir drags a wrinkled hand through his long grey beard, answering;
"you only couldn't make it as the form of a mere raven could not match wings with that of greater flights. but what of these 'dark powers' of yours, have you tried them for that use?"
youngbull shrugs and says in awe;
"you mean i could use it to fly?" surprised he hadn't thought of it before.
all becomes dark and youngbull returns to his sleeping body, waking up at the break of daylight.
stretches and stands up, puts foot on his grass pillow and glides not knowing tinker had put it there
while he was sleeping. moans and get back on his feet rubbing the back of his head with a paw.
notices gothy is missing and figures she must not have liked it here, not surprised at the idea. there being a dragon, a hyperactive catman barely trustable, a being of darkness that would seem like a madman to most and a bleeding wolfish creature with demonic wings... shakes off the idea.
takes out his bag of food, taking out a few legs of ham, one appearing as soon as the other leaves the bag. thanks freya for this gift, given to him before partings from his homeland, far across the seas, past the lands of furries.
impales the meat on sticks and sets them up to roast on the still burning fire.
waiting for the others to wake up he placed the magical bag back within his longcoat and watches the fires slowly scorching the meat.