three, four, don't break down the door

although the cart is a bustle of activity, Styrmir maintains his usual silence, too transfixed by his new surroundings to summon much in the ways of speech. this is his first time outside of Viking territory, after all, and the sheer difference between his mountainous home and the expansive height of these trees is so marked it makes his head spin. he hadn't known trees could get this big! for a moment he is overcome with boyish delight, all other concerns falling away so that for this singular heartbeat, he is as much an excitable child as the rest of his siblings. of course, this doesn't stop him from heeding Mother's warnings, nodding along seriously while anxiety churns in his gut. other packs could do whatever they wanted to trespassers? Styrmir glances at each of his littermates, checking to see if they're listening. Bjorn and Hall could be risk-takers, but they wouldn't tresspass...right?

fortunately, he's too wrapped up in this new territory to work himself up, and as Lumi spills out of the cart, the boy eagerly follows his sister - though more subdued in his excitement, of course. padding across the spongey grass, his eyes widen in surprise, poking experimentally at the ground to test its durability. it's like nothing he's ever seen before! just what kind of wolves live in such a strange place? as uncertain as he is about strangers, he's equally as curious to see what these new wolves are like. his young mind conjures up children with flippers for paws, churning through the wet grass like a school of fish.