Pollack
The sun was out, bright and glistening, high in the sky, high enough to burn a creature to cinders. He never really felt the heat though, his pale fur reflected the bulk of the sun and left him feeling cold.
He was feeling lost. He knew exactly where he was of course, he had been born and raised here, his mother was a powerful reaver and she had raised him well enough. He had mainly been brought up by the two thralls that his mother had brought in from the rogue lands to take care of her large brood.
His mother though cared deeply for his sisters, encouraged them to become anything, he and his brothers though were left to their own devices. With little or no push behind him Steinnar was feeling lost. He was an adult now of course with a full mane, he was massive like his mother, the blood of the firekin coursed in his veins and his sheer size proved that. He just, didn’t really know what to do with all of that size and strength, he didn’t really want to be a reaver, but being a freeborn sort of felt like he wasn’t doing anything. He really wanted to find a path, he just, didn’t know how.