Протос Аиур
Imagine like 4 or 5 blonde haired warriors dancing and chanting around a fire, the night before they commit themselves to the ways of the Ulfhednar. They drink ale, and smoke magical herbs from the east, they prepare there minds for the ravenous ways of the wolf, the they gather around and pass a blade to each other after each one makes an incision on his hand. As the bloods drops to the frozen pine needled ground, they raise there hands and put them together forming a bond that will secure there loyalty and partnership. They all howl at the moon as if there inner spirits have always known this time would come. They are the Ulfhednar, they will stay in the wilderness until they are summoned for battle, and willingly prepared to die in the front lines of the shield wall.