Erik wanted to give something to his sweet wife. The Viking needed to win her over, he had taken her by force in the middle of a raid, after all. He couldn't just expect her to love him. The gift of his choice was a traditional once, something that was usually given to new Viking brides. Erik had picked the runt of the litter, a little hissing thing.

Erik steps into the hut, closing the door on the cold blizzard outside. He hides the little kitten under his bear cloak, as the warmth of the hut gulfs him.