Stavanger Bay There's no season like deer season

Junior had heard the call the previous night and had asked Ragnar about it. Although his three pups were not yet old enough to attend a hunt, even to observe, he gave her permission to go along and watch if she liked, then told her where and how to find the heart of the bay's territory. She barely slept for her excitement. When dawn broke, she breakfasted quickly with the Loðbrók clan and then ran off to find the hunting party.

En route, she became distracted when a vole darted across her path. Junior gave chase and wasted a good fifteen minutes scrambling after the rodent and then digging at a small hole in the earth. She eventually gave up and began to walk again, moseying around the territory, before she suddenly remembered why she was out here. Making an oh, crap! face, she spun in a circle and tried to remember the directions her guardian had given her.

By some miracle, Osprey Jr. managed to find her way to the proper location, though by the time she arrived, the adults were already busily discussing strategy. Undeterred, the youth marched right into the middle of the group and sat down, her attention wandering a moment before settling on the evident leader of the group: a white she-wolf with stunningly pale features. As Junior stared at her and wondered why they were all talking about pumps, an odor abruptly hit her nose.

"What's that smell?" the pup demanded, wrinkling her nose. After pulling a few faces, she quieted and paid attention. Although it could be difficult for her not to be loud and disruptive, her interest in observing the hunt was as sincere as her Warrior training and it showed in her unusual show of discipline.