Grimshild

Grimshild is one of two twins. The Outpost woke up one morning to commotion - strange squeals and growls and clatters and bangs. The members of the outpost rushed to see what was the clamor.

The chaos had all come from two aberration hatchlings that had managed to sneak into the Outpost and invade the food hoard. The squeals came from Grimshild shrieking in excitement. The growls came from Gristle attacking everything that moved, even though the movement was only from their own paws and tails disrupting things. The clatters and bangs were from everything the two chaotic hatchlings touched.

Rogue, for all of his fearsome appearance, has a soft spot the size of the Twisting Crescendo. He decided to take in the hatchlings before anyone else warmed up to them.

As they grew, Rogue and Pyrrhos taught them how to hunt. This, they thought, could ease the strain on the Outpost and the town as the dragons aged. Now, they thought, there would be some new blood to take on some of the tasks.

The training paid off. The twins still speak to no one except themselves, but they are efficient hunters and loyal protectors where needed.

Grimshild is the methodical hunter. She'll sniff out territories, sniff for clues, and, upon finding prey, plan methodically how to take it down. The clan is quick to praise when she brings home a yeti twice her size, and they always keep her in the corner of their eye.