Berserker
"While we are not training, he will stay in his hut. And you will guard him and do whatever other tasks for him that you are given. Is that understood?"
"Yes, Sir." The young warrior bobbed his head in acquiescence to the rebuke, though a put-upon frown marred his features.
The Hirðstjóri turned his intent gaze at Brand on the edge of his bunk. Someone had seen his wolf. He would have to be more careful. With so much at stake, he couldn't afford to get caught.
"So, Brandur the Destroyer, did you see any wolves last night while the boy was snoring?"