Erik stands in his ship, staring at the fog covered island in front of him. His muscles tense beneath the worn leather armor, a cloak made of bear on his shoulders. The Chief and his men have just sailed across the sea to find new land, finally after days on the sea, they finally found land. The ship stands in the swallow water, as his men create a camp on the beach. But the Chief's attention wanders. A sweet scent comes from the woods in front of him, enticing and luring him. His back is tense, and his nostrils flared. The sweet scent of an Omega. It intrigues him. Erik's face stays calm as he thinks.