No time to think of consequences

Úlfr believed her. His mother told him stories of the fjords and the summer sun that lasted all through the day. This land that her currently walked through he imagined would be some what like the lands of her old home. No tthe same of course, but a small, sweet taste of it.

The woman agreed to his offer and he was glad for her assistance for the prey he had in mind were caribou. "This time of year the caribou are calving. Sometimes the herds enter this valley for its rich grazing and seclusion." Úlfr hoped to snag a calf. It would be enough meat to get him and his companions through without wasting much for he had no intention of dragging a kill several days if not weeks back to Fireside. At least now he had a hunting partner who could make good work of her share.

"Galinn, Glámr, let us know what you find." The ravens took off into the air, their dark forms rising swiftly into the air to glide gracefully through it. This was their usual routine. His ravens would scout for prey then report back to him. He and the hunters would arrange a plan and bring down the prey then they all could enjoy fresh meat.