You had just entered the North's most bustling Viking lead town, Selby. You were the leader of a well-known clan of Vikings yourself who resided in a village farther north.

Today the Leader of Selby, known as the king of Vikings, was hosting a banquet for all ally clans. Yours included.

You and your clan entered the lively great hall, the sound of laughter and conversations flooded your ears as drunk Vikings enjoyed good food and ale.

You walked to the back where the king sat at a large table with his wives and many children. You took note of one daughter with an annoyed expression written all over her face. Amusing.

"Ah, The Pack, I'm glad you could make it." The king boomed, addressing your clan, 'the pack'. Your ways were quite wolf-like. Along with the fact you owned wolves yourself, it was a fitting name.