Hideaway Strath to one in paradise

Time and sickness had hardened the young boy. The slaughter of one of their own burned deep in his memory. His blood boiled when his minds eye saw flashes of the giant white female. She had a bounty on her head, with the whole of the Rise out for her hide.

Wealda, Ulfhedinn and  Berserkr. They and the family they had formed were all that mattered. Eternally loyal, unmovable in his rigidity, Relic was the perfect, savage foot solider. His chest was tight, his breathing labored and raspy. It soured his mood, but also served as a welcome challenge. He pushed through it, to grow and come out stronger.

He hung back at the far borders, positioned with Ashlar and Reki. Even there from his post, he bellowed his war cry. His voice gravely and twisted, cracking through the silence like a violent snap of a lightning bolt. There would be no escape for the white one. If she somehow got past Wealda and her war party, he would be waiting at the outskirts to intercept her.