Proven Under Fire

With his mead fermenting nicely along, Úlfr had turned his attention to sharpening his hunting and fighting skills and apparently not a moment too soon. A call came for the warriors of the pack and though his primary task was hunting he was a warrior all the same, eager to lend his skills and battle and eager for any upcoming raids. Úlfr left his makeshift ale house and headed toward the meeting, soon joined by his ravens. A number of his pack mates were already gathered and he dipped his head in respectful greeting before settling down to listen. His ravens perched on a branch above his head, the flames reflecting eerily in their glassy, black eyes.