The silent shepherdArnvid
Eighteen and mute since birth. He speaks with his hands, his eyes and the sheep that follow him. When the storm takes his father, it leaves him something in return.
When a mute shepherd finds a wolf made of living storm, every bolt it throws to protect him burns away a piece of itself.
High above the village of Fjellmark, a storm tears across the pastures. Arnvid and his father Torvan race to bring the flock down. When the sky finally goes quiet, Arnvid is alone. In the burnt field where his father fell, something small is breathing: a wolf pup made of cloud and blue lightning.
He has never spoken a word. Now he has a secret he could not tell anyone even if he wanted to.
The film started with one question. What if the only one who could hear a silent boy was the storm that took his father? Everything else grew from there: a valley that fears the sky, an old man with a reason to hate, and a creature that gives a little of itself away every time it loves.
“Where lightning kills, a storm wolf is born. It will guard what the dead loved, and it will burn itself out doing it.”
Old Fjellmark saying
The silent shepherdEighteen and mute since birth. He speaks with his hands, his eyes and the sheep that follow him. When the storm takes his father, it leaves him something in return.
The storm wolfBorn from the last breath of a lightning strike. A pup of smoke and blue sparks who grows into a giant, and who has to pay for every bolt it throws.
His motherWorn down by grief, gentle to the core. She is the first to notice her son humming again, and the last to ask why.
The village elderThirty years ago a storm wolf took everything he had. He has kept his spear sharp ever since.
His fatherA shepherd who never needed words to understand his son. The storm that ends the first scene begins the whole story.
Olvar's daughter-in-lawFierce, frightened, and holding the one thing Olvar still has left to lose.

Wind-scoured grass, grey boulders and a long view of misty peaks. The flock grazes here, and here is where the sky first breaks open.

A ring of scorched earth and glassy sand around a split standing stone. Something still crackles in its shadow.

Half a roof, a sagging oak door and shafts of pale light. The safest place in the valley to hide a secret that glows.

Twenty turf-roofed houses, wet cobbles and one alarm bell. Everyone here knows what a storm can take.

Burnt beams in the weeds and a child's wooden horse in the ash. The reason the village hunts.