Berserker
Sigurd said with a sneer, taking a step into the small hut.
"Great. I'm starving." Brand stood and faced the man toe to toe. The warrior was only slightly larger than Brand himself, but he was bristling with weapons where all Brand had was his fists. Now was not the time to try to take him down, but the man needed to realize that Brand wasn't intimidated by him. In fact, he likely outranked him, being the brother of the Alpha, or what the humans would call the Chieftain. Or he had been before his brother's witch sent him to this godsforsaken place. Wherever, or whenever, it was.