Horizon Ridge I Never Had

Björn did not agree with the other male’s dismissal of every other wolf in Horizon Ridge as a potential leader, and though it itched beneath the Viking’s skin he chose not to let the fact of his disagreement or initial irritation show, and henceforth remained stoic. Scarred left ear twitched back to catch the errant call of a blue jay as it flew over head, it’s blue plumage striking and catching the Savage’s eye for a hairsbreadth of a moment before it landed in a nearby tree. Björn’s slight deviation of attention came back to the other male when a personal inquiry was then made. Björn was not fervent on sharing much of where he came from, nor of his customs, though Odinn had drawn him here to make Vikings out of those who wished to adopt their Gods and brutal ways, and to establish a pack be it a created one, or a stolen one - there had not been specifics in the vision the Allfather had presented his faithful follower with - and Björn’s habit of being quiet -- an opposite to his loud and boisterous ilk; in essence the kind of man that would pull the rug out from under another without their noticing, favoring cunning more than bluntness -- would not garner new Vikings. “I come from the far North, where the winters are long, harsh and unforgiving.” He replied, wondering how many more questions the other male might have and in what degree of honesty he should present his answers.