Bloody Your Teeth For The Good Of The Pack

His heart beat like a hammer against the war drums. He walked beside his taller student, Brida, as he followed Tove and the others down into the Crypt to see what they could find. Many creatures had gotten lost down here trying to escape both predators and the elements alike. He could tell he was with experienced hunters. Tove led the charge, and he was curious to see how they'd coordinate to take down whatever they might find. To his surprise, the strong scent of a musk ox hit him, causing the dwarf to grin from ear to ear. "Ah'm ready," He listened carefully to what Tove said, glancing up at Brida when she claimed him to take on the left side with her. Fair enough. She was young still, inexperienced. He'd been training her lately, so it was time to see how much that training was paying off.

As the group ventured deeper and found the ox, he kept his position until Tove instructed otherwise. In the meantime, he decided now was the time for a quick prayer. "Grant me always, wisdom an' respect in the pursuit an' keep me humble in the harvest. Please embrace this animal's spirit. Please bless this gift, an' that we may be successful an' safe. Ullr, bestow within us a spirit of generosity and humility tha' we may enjoy bountiful hunting." He murmured beneath his breath, just quiet enough so that their intended prey wouldn't hear him.