The male had returned to Boreas after his ventures to the far, far North. He had come across a rather lively clan of wild wolves that lived in the mountains. They were a boisterous group. Honorable warriors, master smiths of weaponry and armor, metal crafters, and all manner of things. The dwarf had spent nearly an entire year among them and had gotten the opportunity to learn many valuable lessons. Now that he was back in Boreas, he set his sights on greater things and decided he wanted to bring the culture back.
But first...food. He and Knut had traveled far and wide and had ended up reaching the Stone Steppe when they decided to stop for lunch. "What do ye think is on the menu t'day Knut?" He grumbled as he climbed onto one of the fallen stones. Before the larger cat could answer, however, he spotted another wolf on the ground, and she had turned up to look at him, offering what was clearly a forced, awkward smile. "Aha! It appears we've found something other than lunch, look Knut!"
The cat leapt up beside the smaller male, peering down at the she-wolf that seemed to be working on something. He sat down with a tilt of his head, tail curling neatly around his paws. "Pardon our intrusion, Miss. We didn't mean to disturb ye. I am Knut, and the wee lad ye see here is-""Oi! Don't ye dare say it Knut!" The dwarf huffed as he glared daggers at the cat. Clearing his throat, he turned his attention back to the she-wolf. "Gimli Lionheart! I see yer makin' a trap o' some sort, eh? Mind if we join ye? We were just talkin' abou' finding us some supper as well!"
Berserker
