Eivor was leaning against the fence of the training yard next to his home, the Jarl’s longhouse. He was watching his little brother play with two of the wolf pups Eivor had found in the woods and brought home. The sounds of the 9 year old’s laughing and the yips and barks from the wolves were a pleasant sound. Eivor was thinking about the coming days where he had to plan the sacrifice to bless this year’s harvest as well as planning the coming raids.