Blood of the North (Part 3) He was alone , & somewhere far away , atop a hill . The white wolf howled. Cutting through his tranquillity. The wild wolf reassured him that he wasn't alone. The song of the winterwolf was all he had now . & he would not give that up. For he was the north , he was the winter. & the north never forgets & the winter never forgives. #montage_of_grim #lostingloom #viking #nordic #nevergiveup #neverbackdown https://www.instagram.com/p/BraFpdsgz0y/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1iboclfuy20hf











