All terrain paws

As he neared his first birthday and his transition from childhood into adolescence, Hallvarðr was becoming more and more aware that he needed to do something with his life to help solidify his place in the pack. Heiðinn was no more, but all of his family still resided in Hemlock, and their blood was as strong a bond as iron. If he was going to remain, he would need to be useful to protect their family. With the recent raids both at home and away, Hal knew this was the path he wanted to tread—the road of a warrior, of a Viking, just like his father.

The new wolf visiting from the Hallows was apparently an accomplished fighter. She had bested one of their own warriors in battle during the raid down south and now she was here to help Hemlock get on their paws. So when her call for fighters went out, Hal made his way down the snowy slopes of Fenrir Mountain to the wintry lands below. He found the young woman waiting amongst the ruins for her pupils. He had been the first to arrive, so Hal simply greeted her with a nod and a gruff grunt before taking a seat in the snow, ready to hear what the battle maiden had to teach them about today.