Arthasdir while upon a journey which is to be considered fully and totally when it, itself has finished, found himself walking through through one of the frozen tundras of Forochel, he had requested that he be permitted to scout to the north of the Dwarven settlement they had camped in after a rather unfortunate encounter with a Mammoth, so quite rightfully he wanted to know the best direction in which to run, if it came to it.
Arthasdir, trudged through the tundra, as he glanced behind him, he could see the high spire of the dwarven settlement with its high defensive walls. The snow crunched under foot, a feeling that made him smile, perhaps it gave memories of his training with his brother. The white sheet of snow seemed to roll over and up hills for as far as the eye could see, only ever tarnished by the brown of the occasional shrub of the grey rock of a cliff face. The air seemed silent, there was a quiet almost soft wind, a rare occasion in this land, that allowed the snow to fall almost vertically. He heard far off elk talk to the others around it and could see the occasional winter fox stick its small head above a mound of snow and then duck back down into what Arthasdir presumed to be its burrow. He walked further, glancing about the tundra with every step, after some of the random occurrences that had happened on this journey, mostly involving wolves he did recall, he had become somewhat paranoid of being caught unaware. Nothing... pure silence surrounded him, he stopped not letting even his own feet taint it, then he heard it the dying cry of an animal and the victorious roar of its killer, both seemed extremely close. Soon his bow was in hand, arrow ready and he crouched low as he slowly and silently climbed the snowy mound from the other side of which the noises had come from. There it stood a great tundra bear, coat of snow white all bar its snout which was blood red, stained both with its own and other's, it held in its mouth an almost smaller form of bear but Arthasdir knew that this could be just as and sometimes more dangerous, a Wolverine. The bear seemed raise it snout to the air, Arth knew instantly thinking “I should have checked the bloody wind”, The bear had smelt him. The bear threw aside its prey ready to defend its carcass, its raised up on its hind legs looming like a great cliff, Arth knocked an arrow but waited to see if it would charge, after all the tundra bears were known as almost noble animals to the natives of the land. It slammed its paws into the ground sending snow flying out from beneath them, it began running at great speed, Arth side stepped he loosed his arrow but due to his hesitation it only hit the beast's shoulder, the bear seemed to care little about this wound and kept charging, Arth knocked a second arrow but by this point the beast was upon him, his only instinct was to drop to his back and fire under the bear as it was carried with its momentum over him. This worked Arth leaped up to his feet, however the bear had knocked his bow out of his hands, it now bled, a shot to its stomach had gone deep but it still would fight on, it turned and charged again this time however much slower than before. Arthasdir drew his swords, and readied for the beast, he began to walk towards it as it charged, this turned into a jog witch turned into a charge itself, as they came to blows Arth allowed his legs to slide out front of him, he used his momentum as well as the bears, to make to deep slices through its body, from neck to hind leg. It fell dead.
Arthasdir went to retrieve his arrows from the beast, but as he pulled his second out of its flank he heard a whine, he spun blades drawn expecting to see some other beast about to take him as their prey, there was nothing but he heard the whine a second time, it was not the roar of some great beast but that of some small animal in distress, he followed the sounds. Much to Arthasdir's amazement they seemed to be coming from the dead wolverine's corpse, using one of his blades Arth pushed the carcass over, by doing so he learned two thing, one, that this was a mother wolverine and two, she had been protecting something, a cub. Arthasdir knelt by this sight, a dead mother and a small new born cub trying to cuddle to it for heat, it must have either headed over to the thrown body or clung to it the whole time, while looking at this he could only see one scene, and it was that of his own dying mother and him clinging to her. Arthasdir removed his cloak and carefully rapped the cub in it he would then run as fast as he could in the thick snow back to the settlement. - This story goes on in life.
Notes - Later others from his company would head to the spot to skin and retrieve the meat of the bear as they needed resources, Arth however would not let them touch the wolverine body.
