| N A C H |
The winter breeze was strong on the island, and the snow was a soft blanket across the territory. Nach was getting the hang of living here now, and it was almost becoming second nature for all the landmarks to know. Moving to this new territory was still a challenge for the Brandr, but Nach knew that he had to adapt. What made this place so interesting, was that this is were Fellfang used to call home, before Fable took over as the Jarl. Nach never knew what Fellfang was like in the old days, only from stories of past experiences from the other Fellfangir. Nach was glad to be under the command of Jarl Fable, a father figure that he never had before.
Nach had already completed his tasks for the day, and he volunteered to do something special for another member. He knew of a Witch-doctor in the pack by the name on Winema, but he never did get the chance to actually meet her. This chance he had was a perfect opportunity to properly meet her. Some of the hunters had some