Geirr

You're quite surprised when Geirr brings you a gift. They say that it's a reminder of your achievements and the respect they hold for you. They don't leave until you confirm that their choice is perfect.

Born to Spook and Polaris, Geirr differs from her three other siblings. As soon as she had been able to leave the Hollow, the pup was off scavenging things and making items from the simplest things - an ear piece of feathers, held together by vines and sap - which she gave to her mother.

She proved herself to be quite capable, which caught Aran's eye as the pup aged. One day, while out learning with her siblings from Fastúlfr about hunting, something the mentor had spoken about stuck with her.
"Sometimes, even with moons of training, the best veiđmađr can let prey slip." Even with training? It stumped her.

"Geirr, I can see that look in your eyes," whispered Ivar into her ear which snapped her back to reality, as her brain had been concocting an idea. She simply blinked at her brother. Ivar huffed softly at her. "You've got an idea, don't you?"

Indeed she did have an idea. One that would change Morngarde. What if there was a way they could bring the prey down even when a wolf fails? A tool, perhaps? Rocks felt like claws and teeth, and could pierce skin. But what would the rock go on? A stick. Perfect! Held together by some sap perhaps..
Geirr quickly set her plan in motion, grabbing the items she needed.
A pointy like object now sat in front of her, the rock sharpened to a point and stuck firmly on the end of a long, smooth stick with sap and some vine.

It looked like.. what did those mađr call it? Oh! A spear! When Fastúlfr had taken the pups out, a human had been in the mountains, dangerously close to where Morngarde resided.

"What is that, Geirr?" Her mother called, coming back from a hunt. Her white fur was smeared with dirt, as she was her party's prey Stalker. "Oh, Móðir! It's called a spear. You can use it when you go hunt to poke the prey." Geirr said matter of factly with a nod. Aran came up beside Polaris, having overheard. He and Yrsa had seen these weapons before.
"You made this?"
"Yes sir."
".." He was quiet for a moment before calling over Viđr and Hirđir, some of the pack's finishers. "What do you think?" He gestured to the weapon.
Hirđir was the first to speak, her accent thick. "It might work? I'll have to try it when we go out again." Vidr nodded in agreement.

And, that my friend, is how Geirr became Morngarde's first smiður - blacksmith. The spear had worked successfully, helping the Veiðimaðr to bring back more prey.

Date of deatj: 12/4/24
Cause of death: Old age