Eag Frostspite

The frigid winds howled across the snow-laden plains, carrying with them the whispers of ancient tales and the bite of winter's wrath. Eag Frostspite's, towering form rode at the forefront of his warriors on his majestic dire yak, Ripper. The beast's thick fur rippled in the breeze, its hooves crunching through the ice-crusted ground with each determined step. Ripper was a loyal companion, his red eyes gleaming with the same fierce intensity that blazed in his master’s.

Eag's warriors followed closely, their breaths misting in the cold air as they moved in a disciplined formation. Clad in leather and fur, they were a living testament to the brutal yet proud life of the Frostspite clan and the telltale crimson fabrics of their clan indicated how little they needed to rely on stealth. They didn't need to hide, everyone who saw them coming cowered in fear anyway. Each man and woman held their weapons with grim determination, ready to defend their chief and clan at a moment’s notice.

As they advanced, Eag turned in his saddle to address his warriors, his voice a deep rumble that resonated through the icy expanse. “We are Frostspite,” He proclaimed, his eyes scanning the faces of his clansmen. “We take what is ours, and we leave nothing but frozen silence in our wake. Today, we hunt not just for survival, but for the honor of our clan. Let our enemies feel the chill of our resolve.”

A murmur of agreement rose from the ranks. Eag noticed their faces light up with the familiar hunger for the chase and defeat of a great beast. "Chief!" A scout, nimble and alert, darted back to the group. It was Yelin, his breath coming in rapid puffs. “A lone figure ahead." He reported, pointing toward a distant shape barely discernible against the snowy backdrop.

Eag’s gaze narrowed as he assessed the situation. Who was dumb enough to brace the cold of Ever Frost mountains alone? With a commanding gesture, he ordered, “Surround them! Let's find out who this little intruder is.” His warriors moved with swift precision, fanning out in a wide arc to encircle the stranger.

As they closed in, the lone figure became clearer—a solitary wanderer standing resolute amidst the snow. Eag rode forward, Ripper’s massive form parting the ranks to allow him through. Stopping a few paces from the stranger, Eag’s voice cut through the silence like the crack of a frozen river. “You stand before Eag Frostspite, chief of the Frostspite clan. This is our territory. Passing through it comes at a price.” As if to emphasize his rider's words, Ripper snorted a plume of hot air into the stranger's face. Eag patted the loyal beast fur, waiting for an answer that better would come before his patience ran thin.