Wee Dingwald!

Áskell bounded ahead of his father, sniffing everything he could to see if he could find fresh wolf blood. Having expressed an interest in fighting, Harbringr brought his son to the battlefield in search of a spar. Any opponent would do though if an opponent were particularly violent or aggressive than Harbringr would of course step in but he saw no reason to discourage his son from fighting an adult if that's what they ended up with. It would be good experience on fighting a larger opponent. Hopefully, though, Hari wasn't the only parent bringing his child here for some fighting experience.

Áskell was a bundle of excitement. He skidded to a stop at a clearing his father selected. "I want to call, let me do it!" His father nodded and Áskell tipped back his head and howled for an opponent like he'd see his father do.