The viking lifted his head and let the cold wind hit his face. Ulvkil had been in these mountains his entire life and he loved it. He never got bored of the place he has grown up in. There had been quite a few people that had passed through these mountains, and a lot of them avoided a village in the mountains. No one wanted to trust the vikings, but those who have and those who still do hear great tales and get a good deal through trades. Ulvkil made his way out of the village and towards the pines. He was alone with his pup for now. For now he was just observing the forest. He wondered how these trees were able to grow in such a cold environment. A person would think that the trees are glass, and a single hit could break them. Ulvkil looked back to keep an eye on the smoke of the village, to make sure the fires were still lit. He made his way into a clearing and his dog started feeling playful. He jumped and rolled around in the snow, making Ulvkil's hearty laugh escape his mouth. He didn't realize how loud he was, and he didn't know or care if anyone was around him. This life of his wasn't quiet, but it wasn't rough either. He had gotten by every day, for he had no idea what was happening in the jungles or the plains below him and his people.