As the bear tribe marched in like a rag tag warband of grown men armed with spears and rough bows, it became apparent that the Wolf tribe had brought along the elders for the trek as well. A bit strange, considering the long trek, but it was also known the Wolf tribe lived like a true pack of sorts so naturally they wouldn't leave anyone behind. Admireable but strange, in the eyes of Audrun atleast. When Audrun came to see the tribe, Jogdeir was already talking to the Wolf Alpha male. Or atleast, the alpha wolf seemed to be doing a lot of talking and Jogdeir listened closely. “Bleddyn, old, old, older friend...” Jogdeir stressed the part about Bleddyn being old, whether or not it was true, but atleast Jogdeir said it with a smile. “Your pack has grown.” he stated, simply looking at the Wolf pack behind Bleddyn. Rearing around and facing his own warband, then back towards Bleddyn, he continued. “.. some of these men are Wolf exiles.” The men he was talking about were exiled for killing a man in the Wolf tribe without adhering to the proper rules to do so, namely that they must be killed in honorable combat, but many tribes had their own set of rules for this, and the bear tribe leader wasn't familiar with those of the Wolf pack, so he didn't know how big the offense had been. 

The men he was talking about seemed a bit more restless than the other bear tribe members. In comparison, the exiles seemed nervous and had their weapons more ready than those other members, some of which were actually smiling and greeting the people they knew from the Wolf pack from afar, waiting for the final handshake. An obvious difference, as even Audrun noticed, and it made him a bit uneasy. These exiles were always the hardened battle ready side of the tribe that his father had always warned him to stay away from, and many others felt the same way Audrun did - they may be part of the tribe, but they were weird and often stayed far away. 

“Are you at ease with them staying here, too?” Jogdeir extended his hand to that of Bleddyn and shook it, bowing his head in the process. He was certain the exiles had no ill intent whatsoever as he had taken them in himself, an act of forgiveness to the exiles, who are now bound by honor to follow him to death. Ofcourse, they were also bound by honor to adhere to the rules of proper combat, and they hadn't followed them then either. But the handshake said enough - the Bear tribe would keep an eye on the exiles as would the Wolf pack, they had no chance to try anything. And with the handshake, the members of the bear tribe walked towards their Wolf brethren and greeted them, lowering their weapons as would the wolf pack. Audrun didn't really know anyone, so he followed some other members of the bear tribe who would start working on the fire, which would be a grand one as tonight they would eat together with the Wolves, and thus they would stay up late. 

Together with them he started work on the fire, being put on wood gathering duty, something generally done to younger members of the warband or tribe as it was an easy task fit for anyone no matter what age. He grumbled. He had come of age, and joined the warband at such a young age as normally most men had to wait until they were 20 to even be considered. He was a man.. not a boy. Why was he sent to collect wood and not some girl? That Jogdeir.. Audrun was willing to bet that it was him that set him up with this lousy job as revenge for speaking on the matter before. He bended over and grabbed another stick, adding it to the pile he was already carrying. He stepped forward and grabbed another stick, mumbling to himself. [i]“Jogdeir the strongest man.. ha! My father can sling a rock twice as far as him..”[/i] Audrun stepped forward a few steps again and grabbed another stick. [i]“And his breath smells of deer shit..”[/i] 

Audrun turned his head around as he heard excited yells and screams behind him of men laughing and conversating. In this moment of carelessness, he stumbled over what he assumed to be a loose root or stick, “Deer shit!” was exclaimed as he fell over a boulder and dropped his pile of sticks over the boulder. He managed to catch himself with his hands planted firmly in the snow, but realized the sticks he had gathered were now wet from the snow. Audrun got up slowly, then turned around, only to find himself stunned with another realization. The boulder was not actually a boulder, it had been a girl from the Wolf tribe that had been out here as well. As Audrun stepped forwards to help her he almost fell again, stumbling just to stay standing up. “M-medveds apologies, I hadn't seen you!” he managed to blurt out, trying to help her up by supporting her or giving her a hand. Secretly he was hoping she hadn't heard him mumbling earlier. “I swear I didn't see you! Um, my name is Audrun, son of Frej so I'm sometimes called Frejson.”

Soon after however, Jogdeir and Bleddyn showed up, each with their own little group of warriors, come to inspect the exclamation of deer shit Audrun accidentally let out. [b]“Accalia, are you okay? What happened?”[/b] Bleddyn asked, but Jogdeir wasn't having any of it and walked closer, grabbing Audrun by the arm and quickly taking him back to the large fire. As he passed Bleddyn, Jogdeir spoke to him quickly. “Sorry for this one, he has just turned into a man but has yet to learn proper manners it seems. Sit with me at the fire, so we can talk more.” After that he dragged Audrun back towards the fire, the warriors in tow, laughing and being amused by Audrun's situation. Audrun wasn't laughing, though. Jogdeir dragged him back to the man with the black hair and dumped him there. “Ulvar, you like this boy so much, you keep him in check.” Ulvar nodded and looked at Audrun, then as soon as Jogdeir left to sit somewhere else at the fire, he spoke to Audrun. “Audrun.. hehe.. what did you do this time. Did you pull Medved's tail?” Audrun didn't answer and looked down at his hands, then pulled them into his cloak. This day.. it had been deer shit.