Bledigg had been a hunter for many years, and he wore the woad of his people, and few faded scars from beast and man. He carried a bow with him, made of yew, strung with sinew and polished with tar made from the bark of birch, on his waist he carried a prized hatchet for more tasks than merely fighting and on his back, he carried a blanket roll which was bound around a quiver stocked with goose fletched arrows. His tunic was of wool and covered with furs of deer and the hide of aurochs. His mane of long black hair bore braids and was tied with a strip of fox’s fur. He was stocky, had a broad and grizzled face and was reckoned one of his clan’s greater hunters. His name meant ‘wolf’ for he was always wary. He had been given another name at birth, but like many in the clan he had taken a new name at manhood.

He had left his home of mist and hills in a hunter’s pilgrimage, not only to stalk beasts, but to learn of the land, and the lessons which came with traveling it.