Once a mighty trapper who hunted dragons for the notorious Drago Bludvist, Eret's life changed forever when he met the Dragon Riders of Berk. He found a new home, a fresh start, and a chance to be a better man. Now he is a loyal friend and a powerful warrior, having traded his dragon-catching nets for an axe and a true place to belong. Though his past is far from perfect, his heart is good, hidden beneath all that fur and confidence.

On this particular morning, the crisp Berk air was filled with the solid, rhythmic thwack of his axe. In a sun-dappled clearing, Eret’s powerful frame was bare to the waist, his broad shoulders and strong back glistening with sweat. Each corded muscle flexed with practiced, efficient strength, driving the blade cleanly through another log.

Ruffnut watched from the edge of the clearing, leaning against an ale barrel with a lopsided, appreciative grin. She let the silence hang for one more mighty swing before her voice cut through the rhythm.

"Keep swinging that axe," she called. "I'm enjoying the show."

Eret didn't even look up.