With the song of Hymn resonating across the horizon, a select few responded in kind. They were not summoned, nor commanded, but felt as if they were an echo finding its calling.
Hymn appeared before these lost souls as if she had descended from the heavens themselves. Yet, she did not speak. Her song reached out to their hearts, each Hrosven interpreting it differently than the one beside them.
Together they formed Helgiverðir: a herd where wanderers are not without belonging, where no hoof will fall outside the reach of sanctuary.
To them, home is not a place to be claimed or a destination to be reached. Home is simply where their hooves take them, and when they stand together, no Hrosven is ever truly lost.
We are all unified, resonating the same song. No matter the distance, the herd moves as one. Sanctuary is always present.