Bear Butts [Fighting Skill Points]

One of the things that fascinated Éldi about the northern lands of Boreas was the quality of the light. The world seemed to glow, awash in amber tones as the sun dipped slowly past the horizon. He'd just finished cleaning up some leftover scraps from an earlier meal and was on his way back to his den. Humming softly to himself he kept an eye on the gathering clouds to the east. Autumn was just around the corner and that could well mean snow for the territories in the high north. Ack! He was behind on his winter preparations.

Grumbling to himself Éldi slipped through the tall, gnarled growth of the Mile-High Woods. He needed to start prepping some skins so he had something nice and warm to line his den with on those freezing winter nights. Maybe Valkyrie would be up for a deer hunt. They could split the pelt. Something moved off to his right and Éldi froze. His ears flicked forward, searching for the sound. His brow wrinkled. The birds had gone suddenly quiet. Cautiously he started to move only to hear the shuffling rustle of something big, something very big. Probably just a moose or something…