Seventh Day of Yule, and the Wild Hunt is off and running.
Last night we heard Old Storm and his buddies the Winds out howling and crashing, all night long.
This morning, there were broken tree limbs down all over the city. The streets were littered with them.
The Wild Hunt, all right, right on cue.
If you look at the folklore about the Wild Hunt, you'll see mostly scare stories, and, indeed, you really don't want to meet them out on the prairie, or anywhere, really. Then a broken limb would be getting off easy.
But, as usual in the Wonderful World of the Many that is polytheism, that's not the whole story.
For the Wild Hunt also has another side.