"The Northern God is violent tonight" said the Dwarf hiding under a Branch. his friend Dainer was huddled beside a Rock beside him shivering "The Gods have nothing to do with the Weather" he stated.
They both sheltered under the Tree and Rock while the iced winds and sharp rain fell from the sky. the Sun seemed to be invisible at Dusk so they were blind to see if Night approached.
"We must reach the Town before Nightfall Fainer or we shall be left to the Wolves--" he paused "Or worse" he finished, he looked around but saw nothing different from the hundred other times he looked.
He looked to Dainer "The Gods watch us, but do they act? of course they don't, Children die and Old linger waiting for the Sea God to consume you" Dainer was fond of the Gods, their Powers and History fascinated him. he reminded himself of the time has a Child when his Father was the Shrine-Keeper in his Village. He was taught the lessons and stories the Gods gave us, he learnt them all. Fainer was brought up different though, his Family left him to die when he was 11 for reasons unbeknownst to him and he spent his entire life as a Ranger Dwarf. suddenly the both of them were brought back to their present, a howl echoed through their ears making them gasp.
"Wolves, this accursed Storm has hidden us from the Day. This Night maybe long and dark" whispered Fainer; he crawled into a large crack he saw in the tree he sat at, he fit in quite snug but even inside he did not feel safe "I beg the Magic God for his Bravery. I must have the heart of a Lion and the fearlessness of the Gods" Dainer whispered to himself, he cradled a golden necklace in his palms, its red rubies glistened when drops of rain fell from his hood upon it.
For many hours during the evening they both slowly and quietly hid in their places, Dainer had found a small gap in the roots of the tree below Fainer where he hid from the Wolves. they both had seen the Wolves in the hills in front of them, black dots they were scaling the hill to the summit.
"Look!" whispered Fainer, he spotted a large brown Deer running down the hill, the Wolves pursued it. Fainer whispered to himself "don't come this way.. it better lose one creature than three." the pursuit lasted minutes, it circled the summit and leaped around the Hills when finally the Wolves took it at the lower levels of the hill.
for Hours they feasted upon it, all the poor Dwarves could do was watch the Deer be ripped limb from limb. Dainer was quietly whispering prayers and songs to himself, many of them Fainer had never heard, they sounded like Wars and distant pleasant times. I smile for him singing of pleasant times, but it makes the unpleasant much worse than it is... Fainer thought.
"Fainer, look" whispered Dainer pointing to the sky, the Storm had finally cleared, the Moons of the World were crossing each other in the Sky. every Night the two Moons rose and crossed each other, the largest rose from the North whereas the smallest rose from the East. Dainer always prayed when the two moons met at the roof of the sky and caused a red light to cover the world. "The Gods are greeting each other, They are old friends according to the Legends of Old Arramari." he thought once.