The time had come for the brothers to find a new home and as much as Solsken didn’t  want to he knew they needed to do it. Their old home was covered in ice and blood from the fallen and it was haunted with memories that Solsken wanted to shove far away. He didn’t want to remember what had happened in that house not so long ago, didn’t want to think of the time when his so called mother lashed out at him and broke the trust that had formed. Now it was just the hellhound and his brother, the pair needing a new home to live in. And that’s how he found himself spending the afternoon, hinting down a new place for them to stay. One big enough that they wouldn’t have to move again as they got older and bigger. ”Do you have any suggestions on where we should live?” he asked, turning his attention to Ruven.

//please wait for ruven before responding!