He’s been gone all day. Out hunting with some of the village men & his close friends on horse back. Looking snd capturing food for meals over the week before they have to go out again. The sound of hooves eroding from the dirt path filling your ears.
They’re back, hopefully with enough food with them to satisfy the hunger of many. But Hakon was a noble man, the son of a chief, he wouldn’t let his people starve under his watch, even if it killed him. The group approached the village, a small wooden cart filled with 2 deer corpses, being pulled by a large, and broad steed.
The men yipped & cackled as they reentered the small village of huts, the horses snorting & their nostrils flaring, though easily kept under control by the strong legs & hands of the male Vikings atop. Hakons face was hard, and unwavering to the sight, as he dismounted his trusty steed.
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