no fear of death, he's unshakeable

Úlfr wandered down from his den in the mountains to the hunting fields of the steppe, noting signs of pronghorn movement as he went. The coming of spring would make for many a good hunting opportunity and for young and tend meat to be harvested if the hunters were agile enough to seize it. He paused, adjusting his armor slightly before continuing. Word had spread that it was time for another raid and Úlfr did not want to miss it. He was eager to fight again! Above him his ravens soared and danced in the night sky, the fire reflecting eerily off their feathers and shiny dark eyes as the trio approached the gathering.

Úlfr entered the gathering of wolves and nodded to the alpha before taking a seat near the fire. There were few perches in the Steppe so his ravens settled down at his feet.