The soldier part

Breaking bones, breaking necks, breaking bodies. They fall around him, one by one. Björn revels in it. An act of violence without repercussions, at least, without any major repercussions. Though the last coyote comes to take a cheap shot at his heels, Björn is quick to turn. Goring at the beast with his antlers, watching as they sink into flesh. It's satisfying, really. Deep breath in, deep breath out. Surrounded by nothing more than corpses, and the pup who he'd bailed out in the first place.

Gaze sweeping the shore, it seems the threat has subsided. Offering little more than a nod to the pup once he seems alright... yeah. Boy was in good spirits. Björn is gruff, the act of kindness self-serving. Really, it's whatever. He just needed the outlet.

"Björn"