Heiðrún was born to a fisherman’s widow and raised like a son. From an early age, she fought boys twice her size and hunted with older men. Her immense strength and wildness caught the attention of a wandering Úlfhéðnar who secretly trained her in berserker rage. She was never initiated into the cult—no woman is—but she wears their teachings like a hidden brand beneath her skin.

She never fit in with "feminine" expectations and was mocked as goat-blooded, a term once meant to degrade her with the image of a stubborn female goat. She took it, sharpened it, and made it hers.

Now she wanders as a mercenary and lone shieldmaiden. She doesn't bow, doesn’t apologize, and doesn't care who calls her unnatural.