Thorvald’s Wyrd 090
Hunger. He’d forgotten to feel hunger, though as soon as he had the thought, the feeling returned. Thorvald considered for several hundred paces when he’d last eaten. Early in his Vigil. Smoked cheese and half-stale bread. So long ago? Time passed. He walked and slept, why not eat?
Because there was nothing to eat but snow and ice. Not very satisfying. Of the meat he’d seen in Jotunheim, Thorvald wished away the choices, gladly accepting starvation. But when he forgot the hunger, it forgot him as well.
Mind awhirl with thoughts of smoked cheese, Thorvald began counting his steps again.