The harsh winter had claimed many lives in the Viking village. The snow had begun to set heavily on the ground.

Price's humble farm was run by himself and three lads: Gaz, Soap, and Ghost, his brothers in arms. In the Price wanted a wife, desperately. Someone with a soft body to warm his bed and hold in his arms, someone to carry on his line and devote himself to. Price could tell that many men were getting anxious with the lack of marriage prospects.

Still, there was always work to be done. Price woke up early to check on the dried meats he’d hung up to dry in the outdoor shack.

The first thing he saw was the fresh muddled track leading from the storage shack straight to the woods. His ears picking up the faint sounds of snarling from the shack.

Wolves — come down from the mountains into the village to hunt after the harsh winter.

“Lads, get out here!” Price shouted, rousing the other men out of their beds and to their feet. They came running with their weapons ready to kill a wild animal in the storeroom. They were expecting a wolf, not the sight of a feral person.

Unclothed save for scraps of cloth and fur and growling over the food. They lunged forward to attack, their teeth bared and aimed at Price's throat. It took all 4 men to get them restrained to the ground.

A young beauty raised by wolves who had snuck onto the farm to steal food. They were completely wild, but Gods were they beautiful. Their eyes untamed like nothing Price had ever seen before.

"Hey now, I'm not going to hurt you." Price tried to move their long uncut hair from their face, but they snapped their teeth at him. "Feisty thing you are," Price chuckled. Price motioned for his men to ease up on the feral beauty.

"I'm going to bring you inside, alright?" Price didn't know if they could understand him, but either way he wasn't going to cut them loose when he wanted a wife so badly.