Draugur could feel the cool kiss of winter settle in the marrow of his bones — a chill that buried beneath the skin and lingered like a parasite until the bringing of Spring upon the lands. This winter was young still, newly born and it would remain for a long while, this the Sigurvegarinn knew. The season of the Vetur had only just begun. The further the world declined into the abysmal chill of winter, however, the harder it would become for Draugur to survive it without the support of a pack. This was a simple fact that he knew, and yet even still the savage denied it for just a while longer. Too long had he been a Sigurvegarinn, either on his own or usurping some pack's leader and claiming them and those within it for Odinn's Cove. The idea of bowing his head to another, no matter how temporary or false it was made the Northman's lip curl with detestation. He had bowed his head to Eitri but his Jarl had also been his elder brother and the circumstances of his elders' reign had been much different. To bow down to some creature he did not know was an unappealing idea as any. Yet, the winter as it pressed on would leave the pagan with little, to no choice. Whether he liked or he did not.
Eventually, survival would push him to his knees, if only for a short while. Draugur was not the kneeling type and would rise back up so long as his life was no longer in jeopardy. Self survival was how he had lived pretty much all of his life, despite that the idea of death did not cause a tremor of fear to strike his heart. If death were to come for him then he would welcome it. Why be afraid when he knew that when he drew his last breath Odin would take him to Valhalla where he would feast and fight? There was nothing to be frightened of, as far as Draugur was concerned.
The day was overcast, though undeniably warmer than the previous couple of days had been. The air was still nipping eagerly at his black, leathery nose, but the Northman did not feel the need to seek shelter against the chilling winds. Instead, he shouldered on, further into the forest, in search of food, or abandoned caches. Anything that he could hunt or raid. He was not particularly hungry at the current moment but he would be, eventually and why lay to waist food that might have been left and seemed forgotten about?