Beyond the fjords full of roaring waves and silver fish lay a Viking village. In this village lived Olaf - the smallest, but also the youngest Viking in the whole north! He had red hair and a blue hat with horns that he made himself with his dad. Olaf loved to play with his friends Frida and her puppy called Fykus, and with Bjorn, who knew all the birds in the world. One day, when the wind smelled of honey and sea breeze, Olaf came to the harbour. There, a ship with a wooden dragon on its prow was already waiting. That day, the Viking elders were preparing a great expedition for new stories and treasures. But Olaf wanted adventure too! - Why don't we sail to a remote island? - he whispered to Frida. - Yes! - cried Frida, scratched Fikus behind his ear and after just a moment the three of them were creeping towards the small boat. The sea was calm and seagulls circled above the boat. Olaf grabbed the oar, Frida showed the way and Ficus barked at every wave. Finally, after a long swim, they saw the island. It was green and full of tall pine trees. Wild raspberries grew on the shore, and in the distance something glittered among the trees. - Let's go and see! - suggested Bjorn, who joined them on the beach. The friends walked through the rustling grass. The sun was shining and the wind played gently between the branches. Suddenly, Ficus started barking and running in circles. They all looked towards where a huge footprint lay on the sand.... but it wasn't the footprint of a human or a dog - it was much bigger! It looked like a paw print! Olaf twitched in surprise, Frida grabbed Fikusia, and Bjorn whispered: - I wonder who could have been here before us.... Then they heard a rustling in the thicket and they all looked in that direction....