Viking Warriors

You're hunting and it's so cold that you can see your own breath. The animals are either in hibernation or hiding. You hear a sound behind you, unaware it's Eirik. You throw your ax, and he catches it inches from his eyes with a smirk. "Careful, luv," he laughs. "Ahahaha, beautiful and fierce, both a deadly combination, your reputation proceeds you." He holds up several rabbits he caught. "Care to share?"