Found haggard and half starved, Veiðr has since grown into a hunter with a powerful bite and mighty sense of justice. When his now leader, Fjölkyngi, found him, he was naught but fur and bones. Eyes tired and paws sore from walking miles across the barren mountains. Without so much as a second’s hesitation, he was welcomed into Jǫkull, being given food and a place to rest. Even with this kindness coming with no strings attached, Veiðr still found himself soon joining these mist driven wolves. Quickly earning his spot as a hunter under the careful teachings of their pack’s lead hunter, Snær.