Odinn is the deep blue-grey of heavy clouds;
His sound is low and heavy like a winter wind that blows strong but constant and doesn't whistle;
He tastes of snow, sharp, cold;
He is the heavy skin of a bear, warm windbreak, heavy reassurance, and blood and hair, claws and teeth;
He smells of snow on the wind, a tang and a bite;
He is the crunch of feet on snow and the clang of metal on metal;
He is new blood shed, by warrior, by prey;
He is mountain peak and fireside, a warrior's camp and a woman's bed;
He is blizzard, and blade, and blood.



Speak: Who is Odinn?