Bein

A Red-Eyed Stranger

It was hard, looking the way he did. He didn't fit into the undergrowth as his snowy white fur gave him away to everything with eyes. His pack cast him out. They called him the Snow-bringer, thinking he was to bring death and cold. They considered his appearance a bad omen. Someone that displeased the Gods.

So, Snow-bringer left with a heavy heart that turned to one of anger and hurt. How could they do this to him? He had proven himself, hadn't he? He hunted, he supplied them with everything he could. Snow-bringer was hurt, deeply. He, of all wolves! Did they even know he was?

He traveled with a heavy heart for the next two years, wondering into the mountains. It just so happened that Snow-bringer ran into one of Morngarde's hunters, Rjomi. They were both hesitant and suspicious of each other at first. Who was this wolf to dare snarl at him? His blood red eyes were..unsettling to her, it seemed. With a growl, she brought him back to Morngarde.

Snow-bringer was fascinated by the pack, even if it was smaller than his previous one. Caves lined the mountain wall, all whilr protected and hidden by tall, intimidating trees. Rjomi came to a halt outside of a den in the middle of the clearing and called out for her 'Jarl'.

A graceful, stoic looking she-wolf appeared from the den, adorned with silver jewelry. Her amber eyes moved from Rjomi to the albino. "You've brought a new nykommer. He looks lithe, agile." She noted, watching Snow-bringer carefully. He sighed and took a step forward.

"I have no where to go. My pack cast me out, calling me a bad omen. If you are to consider me a bad omen, so be it." He said with a weary tone. He was so tired of traveling. The jarl was quiet for a few moments before looking from Rjomi, Aran, then back to Snow-bringer.

"What is your name, nykommer?" There was that strange word he didn't understand again. He let out a low huff, sounding annoyed a little.
"Snow-bringer. Or so they called me."
"No longer is it Snow-bringer. Here, you are not a bad omen. Morngarde could always use more wolves."

Was.. he being accepted? That easily? Surely, there had to be some sort of catch. These wolves would really take him? "I'll do whatever it takes," He said with a determined nod.
The Jarl smiled at him with approval, before padding over. Snow-bringer tensed as she rested her muzzle on his head.
"May the Gods be my witness, your old name is no more. You are now called Bein, meaning Ivory in our tongue."
Bein.. it was wonderful.

It took weeks for him to prove himself. The jarl, Yrsa, welcomed him in but everyone was still wary of him, especially Rjomi. Until, she warmed up to him. Of course, Bein took longer to learn to speak Norse and understand the Gods but it was nice, being part of a family that accepted you. He was a hunter now. He had a purpose.

He was no longer a red eyed stranger.

CRINGEEE

Bonded with Rjomi

Died 3/21/24
Cause of death: Old age