FORGED BY THE WRATH OF GODS

News had reached Úlfr of the pack challenge, courtesy of his ravens and their socializing with other birds in the area. He had been focusing on his hunting, trying to regain a better sense of the wildlife and their movements within Boreas after all his time away. He was traveling through the eastern mountains when he heard a call come echoing down from the maw, a voice he recognized. So… it was to begin. Úlfr abandoned his other plans and headed straight for the source of the sound.

He traveled carefully, picking his way through the tangled mountain paths to the maw and when he arrived there was already quite a crowd. He felt his stomach twist with the weight of memory, of being part of a proper pack. It had felt like so long, though in some ways barely a day. His heart ached for his mothers but it also burned to make them proud. His time in their homeland had sharpened his skills and he was ready to apply them. Still a hunter first he had gained more skill as a warrior and was eager to apply both toward his new home.

He dipped his head to Víðarr. "Congratulations on the pack, Víðarr. I still wish to join and assist in keeping the pack well fed and strong. My primary skills are as a hunter, though I have spent time in the homelands of my mothers and sharpened my skills as a warrior."