Don't Ever Play With Guns

Another season turned and Éldi worked his way back to the Hjarrandi base. He'd spent a lot of time wandering and not being terribly productive apart from sharpening his battle skills. They had to delay the raid due to a lack of members when the horned siblings decided to depart. He scowled. Éldi knew he should do more recruiting but it really wasn't his area of expertise. He was a creature of body, not of both body and mind like Valkyrie was. She had a way with words and persuasion that he just didn't.

A roll of thunder rumbled across the sky and he glanced heavenward. Hopefully, the rain would hold off for a bit. He hoped to finish his walk and get back to shelter before Thor knocked the rain from the clouds. Walking helped him think and he knew he was almost onto an idea. He could feel his mind nipping at the edge of a thought and Éldi's mind, while less sharp, was still persistent. Perhaps he could take to touring the local packs, getting a better lay of the land? That might be one way for him to help that was closer to his skill set. He sat down and gazed out at the sea for a moment, watching the waves begin to roil.