Urses carefully paddled his way through the frigid bay of Forochel. He could just barely make out the giant tusks that held up a sickly looking banner. A villager, hanging by what he hoped was crudely fashioned rope. His body had been torn and shredded by what looked like claws, his flesh bore the marks of human teeth as if it had been gnawed upon. Urses could see one of the hulking creatures standing watch near a small fire, eating hunks of raw elk meet with his bare hands.
Urses huddled down closer to the boat, pulling his cloak over him so that it hid his large body that took up most of the room in the medium sized canoe. The creature stood, walking to the small wooden boat that had a bear pelt covering it. It stretched a large, gnarled hand to retrieve the bear pelt from the canoe. Its eyes widened as it tried to release a feral growl, quickly finding north steel slicing deep within his throat. It sputtered and sucked air as the creature stumbled backwards and fell to the icy ground, crimson seeping from his wound as his body twitched slightly. The north-man leaped over the writhing creature, looking around for the next foe.
The village was strewn with tents made of mammoth hide, giant tusks used for decoration, painted with different colors representing different castes, or so Urses thought. He saw the small cave entrance, just past a bridge that wasn't well guarded. Two more hulking creatures stood waiting, seemingly talking amongst themselves. Numerous more would be in the cave, protecting her, keeping watch over her. While Angelnarth and the Brulk went to go and kill the alpha, hopefully to draw their eyes away from the uglier happenings. The village, filled with the female Guaradan, along with their children. These creatures were vile, abominations to even the darkness. All of them must be ended, nothing that drew breath, would live in this horrid place.
Urses walked back, pulling down the corpse that hung over the villages entrance, pulling at the rope. He placed the body down, and made his way to the Gauradan that lay upon a bed of crimson stained snow, its throat gashed open and the flesh gnarled. The knife carved flesh, slicing through skin as if it was warm butter. The Guaradan would receive their own treatment, they would feel the pain they caused. Urses stood over the blooded corpse and nodded.
An icy breeze danced over the snow as Urses hoisted the body up over the tusks. His body still dripping with crimson. He anchored the rope on one of the smaller tusks, before moving to take up his blade and shield. The north-man gave one last look over his shoulder, at the creature who bore the markings of The Bear
