sparks fly high when steel meets steel

Southern summers were miserable. Hot and humid. More and more Úlfr took the time to wander north and relax in what he considered more reasonable weather. Thankfullly, the pirates were loose in their rules so he could wander as he pleased without worry of repercussions. yet more and more he felt out of place with the pirates. He enjoyed raiding but the lack of honor and discipline among them made him feel like an outsider. Life was one big party to the pirates. They were loose, care free, and lackadaisacal in a way he just wasn't. After his mothers' passing and his encounter with the viking woman of the north he found more and more he wished to experience more of that culture. Wondering if perhaps that was where he would feel more of a sense of belonging.

He worked his way through a strange forest, full of twisting and turning trees. A shadow above, and a strange tune, caught his attention and he looked up to see a dark-pelted wolf. "Hail there, I do not mean to intrude upon your forest."