it's usually the tundra in here

Another day in the Freljord

Morning came along with Trundle and new supplies…unfortunately getting the food here was the hard part, stumbling his way into the seemingly empty tavern with what ever he had left of mammoth meats, boars meats and the usual skins for warmth. Sadly having to carry so much exposed goods home of course any beast of the Freljord would be attracted by its sent…tundra wolfs..

Back to the tavern as Trundle would only have one foot in the door before almost collapsing from blood lose. Various bite marks and deeply clawed parts of his chest to his arms, surprisingly still managing to bring a pretty decent amount of food back for the both of them.

“…hey..I-I’m back..”

Trying to prop himself up off the floor with his blooded arm.