Muhahahahahahaha!

Vutra looked down from atop the walls of the ringed settlement. He watched with interest as the action unfolded in the camp outside. A younger ice giant pulled himself up to take a seat at his side and he shuffled over to make room.

"Greeting Segrat." he accepted a hunk of meat from the younger Jotun with a nod and exchanged it for a flagon of mead.

"They make a great deal of noise for such small creatures." Segrat commented as he took a bite from a charred leg. "What is wrong with them?"

"Many things." Vutra pondered as he looked on, "First the naked one and her pet man were fucking in the trees over there and her wolf pup sat watching through the trees like a jealous lover."

"Disgusting." Segrat spat out his ale, "Remind me not to eat that one."

Vutra laughed, "No my friend we have made a blood oath with our stone cousin down there to leave them unharmed unless they first harm us."

"Erik is a strange one, it is almost as if he cares for the beasts." Segrat pondered. "It is unnatural."

"He would not be the first of our kind to grow fond of the small folk."

Segrat shrugged in response and gestured down towards the action below. "So what happens now, they are not fucking."

"The smallest of them, the pregnant Dwarf started screaming a while back, they took her into the tent and emerged moments later with a deformed child, the naked woman threw it on the ground and then the half elf stabbed it."

"No? What happened next?" Segrat asked, "Lots of sparks and flashes and she died. Stuck by her own blade."

"Ah, to strike down a newborn babe... such an end was written in the stars." Segrat said knowingly as he pulled a long sip on his ale.

"Perhaps." Vutra replied. "Now what is this?" he sat upright as a familiar figure emerged onto the scene. An ice elf! She quickly freed the trapped human and then scooped up a twig from the ground to confront Erik.

"Skritta!" snarled Segrat, the Jotun name for the ice elves of this world. He began to rise but Vutra placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Wait there is more." Vutra pointed off into the distance where the snow and ice began to rise up above the tree line towards the lip of the valley. A mass of grey shadows was sweeping down in a straight line towards the camp below.

"Wolves?" Segrat questioned.

"That is the pack of Fenrir." Vutra snarled, "and he dares enter our valley without leave! Gather the others and sound the alarm."

***

Balar surged forward, his sword raised. He saw both Luna and the strange attacker before him the path between him and his choice clear like a fork in the road of his sanity. He did not hear the blaring of the horns, he did not see the bursting forth of the settlement gates or the Jotun that poured forth weapons raised. He felt pure cold rage as he veered towards Luna with a wordless snarl.