Interlude I. Circa 1010 The wolves here are different.
Leaner, faster and harder to see. They've been hunting him for days now. He glimpses shadows from the corner of his eye and knows they are too close when one of the raven's croaks. This land and it's gods do not want him. He can feel it has heard their voices through the trees, the streams and now in the growls of the wolves.
He would like to be left alone. They will not allow it.
Odin, Berserker, Viking, Invader. What they will not give him he will take.