GLORY BE THY NAME

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 summer meant a shift in hunting opportunities and he looked forward to testing his skill against the wild game of the area. 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.