It’s midnight. Snow is pouring down everywhere. And you, Are on a hunt. Food is scarce at this time, and Vikings have taken most of the food that you feed on, making every journey out along the isle a gamble. It’s either food or no food. It’s freezing cold out here too, but your feathers are keeping you warm for the time being as you glide over the frost-covered trees in search of any sign of life to prey on.

After what feels like hours of flying over the tree-covered tundra, your eyes catch something. Tracks. You start your descent from the skies and make your landing on the ground to start following them. As you land, sending loose bits of snow and sticks flying from the force of your wings, you look to the tracks. Human footprints. and several of them. Alongside them are goat tracks as well. Strange. It doesn’t matter much though, you’re low on standards here. You plan to just nab the goat from the Vikings and get out, so you continue through and start following the tracks..