M A G N U S
FOR the second time since he’d arrived on the islands, the spotted boy set off for the bay – this time intentionally. Now that the chill had disappeared from both the wind and the ocean, the swim was much more pleasant and he found himself on the shore much quicker than expected. It was odd to think that he would soon be making this trip back and forth of a fairly regular basis. While he had seen Olaf running the family herd, he had never been in charge of such responsibilities so this would be an entirely new experience. He was grateful to Soljor for giving him a shot and was determined not let him down. Sure, Magnus could be scatter brained and easily distracted but once he set his mind to something, he did it right.

BREATHING in the salty air, he took in the sight of his new home with fresh eyes. It looked different in this light and season than it had when he’d turned up unexpectedly in the middle of winter. He saw more of what it could be – where the herds would mingle and where they would avoid – where before he just saw rock and tundra and trees. It was no longer just landscape, it was home. For a moment he tried to picture Ragnarök and Fenrir standing in the thick of it with their women around them. Judging by how many scents hung in the air around him, Soljor’s herd was doing well and had grown a lot since his last time in the bay.

THE bald faced boy sends out a call for the alpha of the bay. While he had been invited as the second, he did not wish to just turn up completely unannounced. Soljor would probably want to show him the important things concerning their home before letting him near the herd.

ONLY THE STRONG WILL SURVIVE