Born to Run

Éldi had opted to remain in the north for the summer or until Hjarrandi moved out of its tropical location. He knew he was being obstinate but he was ready for fresh air and familiar terrain, something that reminded him more of home. He was still young but already he was starting to get an idea of what he wanted his future to look like. Of course he planned to be a raider, but he also wanted a family, and he wanted to reside in lands with sensible changes in the seasons and preferably nothing that had been so close to the volcano.

Askr called out and Éldi spared a glance at the raven. There was prey ahead but the raven's call did not sound that hopeful and as Éldi gazed into the valley he realized why. Musk oxen. A heard of about twelve, were grazing on grass finally revealed by the warmth of late spring and early summer. The were massive and he was hunting without Kaler. The odds of a lone wolf taking a musk oxen were so hilarious that he was tempted to laugh out loud. Instead he crouched down, eyeing the herd. There were young that had been born in spring and were now a season old. They were fair sized but not as monstrous as their parents. Perhaps a possibility lay there?