No one remembers the moment it started. When those stories that are told in the light of a large campfire, came true.

Many remember that story, which some dictate from simple folklore forgotten in time, about the birth of Fenrir. The wolf of ragnarok, son of the god Loki, destined to kill many gods and bring the end of time.

A story to make puppies afraid of going out alone or being disobedient.

 But what would you tell me, if I told you that they are true? All those myths of the gods and the end of the world.

I know it's real, that all the blood and war are getting closer and closer. May ragnarok hunt in this world, in this reality by betrayal of nature and imposed laws. 

Why do you know all this? Surely you ask me. Because I have seen it I know that it is lurking around the earth in total freedom, without chains that seal it and stop the ragnarok a little more. 

He is eager and bloodthirsty for a pack to follow him. To follow his leadership against the war and the arrogant gods

He will come to me, to the pack that will listen to him until the end of the world, if they listen to my warning..

War moon

Kira wakes up and steps out of her cabin on the second floor, leaning on the railing to see the new warm landscape of the Zambezi River. 


The yellowish and green appearance on both sides of the riverbank, some elephants play with the water, using their trunks to throw it on them, some Hippos peeked through the water a few meters from the boat as they passed. Herons and other types of birds passed through the skies crossing the clear sky. The site feels poetic and taken from a postcard of those sold in gift stands. 


"What a spectacular place," she says as she grooms her braids in a high tail to better withstand the heat. "Good thing I wear a dress when I left the room, it's very hot here." 


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