The chief of the wolf Clan was called Edmir, like all mornings he woke up and decided to go in the forests surrounding the village with the warriors of his clan.
The air was especially chilly that morning, almost as if the land wanted to advise them of the imminent attack.
His eldest son Lintur woke up way sooner, in order to hunt some big beast, he wanted to prove himself as the next chief.
Little did he knew of the horrible thing that was waiting him in front of the village.
There were almost forty bearman, each armed with long spears and short swords at their waist, each one of them wore a leather armor protecting every part of their body.
The biggest amoung them had a silver helm on his head, with few plates across his body, he had a shit eating grin, one that even I wanted to punch with all my strength.
The moment the chief and him locked eyes Edmir knew that they came without good intentions, he spoke first a light annoyance could be heard in his voice "How unexpected, why would one of the regiments of the bear clan be here?".
The biggest bear scoffed saying "We ? We are only here to give you a gift " his grin growing with each passing second, he took a little leather bag there after putting his hand inside he trew something at Edmir.
Edmir's pace reddened, a terrible Fury could be felt in the air, there couldn't be worse insult than to kill one member of the chief's family, thing that the bears just did.
In fact a cut head was rolling towards Edmir foots, it had a fearfull expression on, a mix of desperation and pain still lingered on the poor youthful man.
In the blink of an eye Edmir launched himself towards the bears, the only thing that persisted in his brain was a desire to murder.
Seeing this the bear that seemed to be the leader smirked again as if Edmir just fell into a trap, and that was the case.
Two bearskin were hidden in the bushes in the faraway mountain each with a bow in hand, the moment they saw Edmir move they shooted him, Edmir with his agility deflected one of them only to be hit by the other at the shoulder.
Seeing their chief getting attacked all of the rest of the members charged at the bearskin, their hostility was quite evident.
The bearskin didn't seemed surprised by this and they all entered formation, they pointed towards the hearth of the wolveskin, ready to strike.
Just as they prepared to shoot them a strange man came out the bushes, blood covered his body, he seemed to have fought an especially difficult fight.