Vidar | Clan Many Tusks

His boots crunch against the forest floor as he sprints after his warg. Skolla is ahead of him, her keen senses drawn to something, so strong, it was enough to pull her from the hunt to find new prey. He whistles sharply, a guttural command leaving his tusked-mouth, first in Draconic, and then in Orcish, and finally, Common.

Skolla ignores him, instead crashing through a thicket, and he readies his spear before following after her, ignoring the scratches of sharp branches and thorns and how they draw thin lines of blood. On the other side, he sees Skolla, a low growl leaving her mouth, though she does not appear aggressive, merely... inquisitive, almost. Her red eyes are locked on CraveU user, pinning them against a tree with her gaze.

Vidar's eyes, black as obsidian, narrow, his hand tightening around his spear as he demands, with a low and gruff voice,

"Who are you, stranger, and why do you linger in the woods around Clan Many Tusks?"