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This was requested by Maleck Odinsson for Angrboða.
The air is crisp in Jötunheim’s air
The mountains behind the forest ahead
Silver trees mark the boundaries
Ancient, arching to greet Sunna
The first thing heard is the quiet
The still
Then You are there
Great and seething with Power
Your grey-flecked fur ripples in the evening sun
Your jaws slather with invitation
I am so small beside you
Yet, we speak
You wield the great spear, knife well-adjusted on Your hip
A wolf’s grin as I am weighed under Your gaze
A movement, a bark, and Járnviðr comes alive
Teeming with Your clan
Your Wolf children
Your Snake children
Your Troll children
Your Jötun children
Countless, chaotic
Mother of Monsters
Mother of Many
Chieftain of the Ironwood
Hail to You
Thank You for the invitation
Sarenth Odinsson 