The frigid air burned his lungs with every breath, the biting cold cut through him as sharp as any sword and the wind blew snow and ice into his eyes turning his all white world into one of white haze. Yet he loved this place, his home, his own personal wonderland, the world known as Fenris.
Now in his eleventh year of life he was alone, his family killed in one of the cataclysms that ofter plague the planet in its oblong orbit around it star.
He wanders alone through this snowy wasteland venturing past the mountains that were forever forbidden to his people, into the land of the gods.
"I need to find shelter," said the boy. "Father would have built one by now out of the land, but he is gone, so it is up to me."
As the boy worked on his makeshift shelter on the frozen tundra he was unaware of the eyes tracking his every move.
"He is resilient that one," said Wolf Scout Narul. "He has survived six days in these lands with less then we give the young aspirants. I do wonder if such a boy could be a prospect for the chapter."
A growl answered his pondering, coming from Shevia his faithful Fenrisian Thunderwolf companion.
"I know dear, he still has much to prove in order to become one of us."
Meanwhile the boy had finished his shelter and was pondering something of a different nature, what his goal was in coming to this land and what the future held for him.
"If I make it to the mountain of the gods I shall request they take me under their charge. Then I shall rise the the glory Father envisioned for me."
"Shall we test him?" questioned Narul. "Shevia, try his faith and his wits."
In a flash Shevia has defended the snow dune where they were overlooking the boy and with a snarl dashed his makeshift shelter to pieces, sending the boy into a roll in the snow.
"What kind of creature is this?" asked the boy.
He was answered only by the growl and howl of the wolf.
"So the gods would challenge me with you, to prove my honor and my strength."
As Shevia stalked closer the boy could make out the distinct markings of the gods painted on her side and snout.
"Ha, they do challenge me, creature, I accept your challenge."
With that the boy lunged at the wolf pulling a small dagger out of his clothes, the last remaining heirloom of his family. The wolf easily dodged his clumsy advance and render him with her claws cutting the right side of his face and leaving a wound on his shoulder.
Shevia was about to finish the job when she heard the call of Narul from the snow dune tell her playtime was over.
As she rushed back up the dune leaving the boy bloodied and confused he feral intelligence told her that the boy would survive, and that he would become a dangerous foe if they met again.