Sjorvar is druid for Arkenhold, his aspect is the polar bear.
Sjorvar looks out over the hunting party waiting for him to prepare himself. The polarbear hide covering his shoulders drops slightly and reveals a bare torso. One of the hunters looks away, in disgust: allthough they need his blessing, they despise the magic that protects him against the cold. The young druid grunts: if they would worship the gods more, maybe they wouldn’t need his blessings and would also be protected!
He raises his arms in a call to the gods, drops on all four and the bear hide melts with his skin. His growl echoes against the palissade and the formerly skinny young druid, now a bloodthirsthy polar bear, runs ahead of the hunters towards the forest.