It would be wonderful to see his friends from the coyotes and have them assist him in his mission. The coyotes were one of the oddest of the barbarian tribe because they cared very little for tribal territory and tribal ties. They were born survivors who could be found anywhere and were friends with everyone. They kept a small patch of land to act as neutral ground for negotiations between the tribes and you could usually find a few of the members there.
Smoke flowed into the air indicating at least someone was in town for Eric to speak to about events in the north. The laughter of children filled the harden warrior with a much needed warmth and thankfulness that he had been given the strength to protect them. An elder spotted Eric with eyes that were still keen after many decades of life and he waved Eric over.
"Greetings Elder, there have been strange rumblings in the north," Eric questioned the Elder. "I wonder if you know anything."
The elder smiled, "When you reach my age you find out there is much you don't know, but I will let you know what I do know young man. The wolverine calls for blood and you shall receive it if you continue this quest. We have had envoys come to us asking for the coyotes to join with the other tribes to go to war with the civilized world."
"Who is this group and did you join with them?" Eric's tone grew harsher.
"Calm yourself, wolverine. Coyotes don't even have legends about our tribe going to war and we see no reason to alter that now. As for who they were, they made a great deal of effort to hide who and what they were but I don't think you have much off the mark if you looked for if you look to the drow and giants of the ring of fire," the elder explained. "It would be wise to wait for my grandchild to guide you but I understand if the wolverine is pulled along the trail."
What should Eric choose to do?
