The sun had risen over the mountains and the birds chirped their songs to wake the lands... Thorvald grumbled as he opened an eye to gaze outside the mouth of his home, a slow movement as he turned over and cast his back to the sun, though he didn't lay there long as his limbs started groaning and moaning to be stretched. Fine... Fine.. Olen ylhäällä... (I'm up...) He mumbled as he rose and bent himself to come out and stand in the brisk air of the morning.

Peaking over the tops of the tree's that surrounded him, giants in comparison the the beast, shining through the covering and warming the ground he stood upon, a nice change from the cool earth of his dirt den, Thorvald stretched a bit with a groan and a grunt before he padded out and decided on trying to find an activity for the day. So far he had nothing and hoped the gods graced him with something because Thor didn't like having no direction...

Shrugging the man set out, deciding the pace the borders on his side of the river, once he arrived on them he began walking the line to try and scent for outsiders. Though he felt he probable wouldn't find any, as they lived on an island and outsiders wouldn't typically cross a vast expanse such as the one that separated them from the mainland, he stopped and gazed out for a moment. His eyes scanned the edges of the mainland and he wondered what it was like over there.