As he made his way through the forest, Bjorn's helmet slid back to reveal his face once more. Taken aback by the beauty of the scenery, he could not help but recollect memories long left behind. Training, hunting, long days gathering wood for the winter... but he pushed them back. His expression hardened, and his face was obscured by the metallic mask of war. Trudging onwards, Bjorn knew what would have to be done... and he was ready.