Into the Great Unknown

Silence wrapped the young warrior in mist as dawn lingered on the horizon. Before him stretched the dark shapes of a foreign land dotted with a few sparse pine trees. Éldi's breath spilled from his mouth in a fine fog. Spring had not yet reached the chill grip of the northern lands but even so he felt it in his bones and in his blood. The stars turned as they always did and would mark him a year old. It was high time he committed himself to seeking new adventures, to engaging in great battles.

Éldi felt the cool of the dark morning around him, the fog blurring the terrain only served to fill him with excitement of the unknown. However, he had other matters to attend to than just exploration and conquest. No viking warrior would think of beginning his day without a hearty meal. Yet, what could be found here? Was it still to early for elk? Deftly ducking his head Éldi sniffed at a scratched up area of snow, his fire-flecked eyes gazing intently as he dissolved into his task.