Fangs

Úlfr had managed to convince Dagrún to practice gathering wood in the Range rather than following him to the river. While he didn't mind the pup necessarily, he hated the idea of babysittng and being responsible for someone else's safety. Now that he was almost a yearling he could wander more frequently without supervision. He relished his new freedom. It was doing wonders for his confidence and as he strolled along the river he soon picked up the scent of hyenas. His hackles bristled at the smell and he would've gone around them if he hadn't seen them zeroing in on a pup. His mother Ásvor talked of bravery in battle as a way to please Odin. Seeking an act of valor, Úlfr charged for the hyenas without a word or growl. He took the nearest one by surprise, latching onto it's front leg and shaking violently.