Sometimes we break, sometimes we build

Vidarr had dragged him out of his bed early that morning. For the most part, the Old Demon had left him to his own devices. But he had told Strai he was a Thrall of the pack, so it was no surprise to him that the leader would make use of him. Scrubbing sleep from his eyes, he followed after the larger, darker wolf. Feeling an odd sense of dejavu, of his mother dragging him out early for tasks or hunting. She, too, had been a wolf of few wolves.

So he didn’t ask any questions as he was led to an area with poles and a boundary already marked out. He was told to dig holes for the posts. An odd sort of job for the Viking, but he did as he was told. Scowling only once at the dark wolf's back, before he got to work. Digging into the packed earth, and occasionally using a cheek spur for leverage to break up an especially tough clump. His white coat was quickly covered in dirt, and his face was smeared with it.

"Speech"