Flyover

Huginn: He is attempting to walk the dark road again. It is his second year.

Muninn: We must be his eyes, for he has only one.

H: We must be his wings, for he has none.

M: But he has sent us away, one to the old land, and one to the land below.

H: It is his path, and his choice.

M: We will fly over him, where he cannot see us. We will hope he remembers.