At mér skyldi kaupa

Úlfr was unbothered by the rain as he strode into Auster with the rest of the pack. His tongue ran over his teeth as he looked forward to the blood they would spill though time would see if he would get his opportunity to fight. Unlike last time Úlfr intended to hang back to let the warriors and younger members get their experience in. Much as he loved a good fight he was still primarily a hunter at heart.

His ravens looped in the air above him, circling and awaiting the beginning of the fray as they trespassed into the strange packs territory. Shortly after the alpha of the pack attacked Heiðinn's alpha and he stepped back to let the warrior's have their moment all the while scanning for the rest of the pack.