No time to think of consequences

Úlfr had been so focused on where the woman was from and then on hunting that he had forgotten to introduce himself. He swiftly nodded. "Yes, that is what I am called, it is a pleasure to meet you, Iðunn." He withheld his surname for the time being, partly due to his uncertainty if he should claim both his parents last names or just the Finnvi name. It was… complicated.

"I live in the south of Boreas, near the sea. It is a lovely view, with beaches made of obsidian stones that reflect the light from the sky. However, the summer weather is miserably hot. I came north for some relief." He'd have had no problems if the pirates had chose to make their home in the north but his pack mates seemed much the fair weather type.

Soon the ravens returned, landing down before the wolves. Glámr hopped about excitedly. "There is a sizeable herd 2 miles south of here. Dozens upon dozens, with young." Úlfr nodded, mind swiftly setting up a plan. He was not a tactical hunter by any means tending to keep his plans short and simple. "If we come in northeast of the herd and get them running to the southwest we can shepherd them toward the narrow entrance to this valley. That should help thin them out and separate the slow and weak from the fast and strong. Iðunn, does this sound good to you?"