Tyr didn't sleep much, he didn't need too. After three hours of deep sleep he slumbered another hour in the Bison's fur before rising. The sky was just brightening in the east. It was the most glorious time of day.
Finding a nearby High point Tyr placed a blanket and knelt raising his hands to the dawn. He prayed in Adunaic, almost perfectly still in his sun salutation, only the rise and fall of his chest was moving.
It rose and he began his prayer.
"Heil Opgang Soweilu
Magnus Stor Got und, Lysgiver
skinner klart med lysglimt og krydser himlen
at erobre nattens tæppe
forfærdelig og stormfuld stjerne
Blive min Styrke
Hail Rising Sun
Powerful Great God and, Lightgiver
Shining brightly with flashes of light and crossing the sky
To conquer the blanket of the night
Terrible and Stormy Star
Become my strength."
Rising Tyr found that Fylgja had followed him and had freshly killed something. He scratched between her ears and went about to find the Elderman, looking for the house indicated by the shop keeper the night before.

Fylgja the Red Fox
Fox Foot waking brought Fylgja to full consciousness, she didn't miss a beat. Rising she chased the delicious smells of this land. In particular the fat and lazy mice she had been smelling all the night. She had twice hunted them in her dreams, each time they slipped past her. But today, she nimbly sprung from bed and caught a mouse within the minute of rising. Fresh hot blood filled her mouth, the mouse struggled feebly for an instant before being crushed in the vulpine's powerful jaw. She was still famished even after such a juicy morsel. Fylgja the shefox sniffed out her next hunt. Somewhere nearby was a pheasant. She knew it was a pheasant, it was her favorite meal. But it was also dangerous.
Fylgja crawled on her belly her mouth agape tasting the air ears perked. She could taste it, and in moments she could hear it. The tender coo, oh what a delight. Back arched she walked upon the sides of her paws, leaving neither impression nor making sound. She relaxed her tail laid flat. Listening and learning. Waiting.
Time passed and Fylgja sprung forward silently, a crimson bolt in the heather. She caught the sleeping pheasant moments before sunrise, it died instantly she devoured the soft parts. But did not bother with the meat on the bone. Licking her greedy chops clean of the blood.
She heard The Healer moving and immediately abandoned her hunt. Springing over the grassland to his front as he knelt making strange, even for the strange thing he was, noises. She stared at him, unblinking for quite some time. Wondering what would possess the ape to be making such racket. From beneath the buzz of his chanting she could hear his heart, it was much slower now than when he was sleeping.
"Eee-hee." She spoke, but he did not seem to understand. Fylgja waited for The Healer to wake from his inscrutable trance. Pawing at the dirt to clean her paws.
When he finally woke she pushed her head into his palm, nipped his wrist lightly and spun three circles in excitement. Then proceeded to dance, trotting from foot to foot as they walked.

Thorbjorn the Painted Bison
Thorbjorn roused and grumbled as he did so. He began his day like any other day, hungry, enraged, wild. As The Healer walked away from him the Bison lumbered eating grass with every step. Stomping upon and eating a small snake that cross its path. The Bison chuffed at the sensation of grinding the snakes bones into the sweet blue grass.
It took six more strides and chomped down on an oily looking bush that smelled savory to the Bison. Young juniper. It decided it didn't care much for the taste but chewed and swallowed anyway. Ten more strides he had covered half the distance from The Healer. It was young, that much was now clear. A juvenile, but a massive specimen. Stronger and hardier than any bull.
It spotted a lizard and charged, thunderous hooves that came to a sudden stop as the Bison leapt and snapped. Missing. The swift lizard darted away. Thorbjorn roared in frustration, it was a terrible dreadful noise. It bucked several times stomping out its anger into the ground. When it's tantrum finished, it headed directly for Tyr.
It bleated, lamenting to Tyr.
"Hmaooo! Mrghnn-oof." It was crying snorting and in a froth, but shedding tears. It easily overtook Tyr and stomped into his way. Turning to the side he offered his flank. And The Healer nimbly hopped into the saddle. Thorbjorn visibly calmed as he took the weight. It was obvious the animal was deeply comforted by The Healer's presence. It bit a chunk out of a licorice scrub as they rode to the Elder Halfings house.
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