In the year 811 ad a solitary predator pod plummets from space toward the icy lanscape of viking Scandinavia. In the meadhall men strong, proud viking warriors whisper in hushed tones child like in their wide eyed terror. The shaman has seen the omen of impending slaughter, a shooting star in the early dawn thats brightness drowned out the new days sun. Ymir has come. The hunt is about to begin. The men do not boast about how they would slay this beast for they fear this snow ghost, this frost giant, this predator.

this figure was made from a neca wolf predator with a resculpted mandible, left arm and chestplate. Helmet and shoulder armor crafted from fodder