Inside Mist

Mist rolled in between the trees, soft and quiet as the morning sun barely eased its way into the sky. Úlfr strode boldly into the territory, adorned in new armor as well as new scares. His time within his mothers' homelands had proved educational, to say the least, but now it was time for him to return to the land he'd been raised in. Úlfr didn't have much inn the way of direction but he was sure the gods would guide him where they would. A necklace, bearing a mark of thor's hammer swung from his neck, while his ravens flew ahead.

He sifted through the scents of the woods, catching the scent of deer and he debated hunting one. If he could find one that was injured it might be suitable prey for a lone wolf. His ravens, though brilliant at distraction, weren't as keen at taking down large prey. They much preferred to wait for nature to take the life then feed off the remaining corpse.