The Yule are rather fond of their trophies. Great beasts slain by their most esteemed hunters carried into battle to inspire fear into the hearts of their enemies, but none covet their trophy as much as a Yule Chieftain.
Nothing says "inspiration" like a piece of steel decorated in the guise of a delicious treat.
A Yule's status within their clan can often be recognized by how bloody their hats are. A respected Yule chieftain takes special care to not only bloody their hat but also decorate it a bit. Individuality is important, after all.
Serving to protect the wearer from the bitter cold of the north as well as the sharp bite of steel.
Though it's true that the Yule tribes of the north dye their clothing in the blood of their enemies, they quickly learned to apply it in a sparing fashion to their gloves else weapons were likely to slip from otherwise firm grips during a pivotal moment.
"These bearskin pants are unbearable to wear during a long hunt. I can bearly contain my displeasure at their constraining nature; the results of wearing them are grizzly. The polar opposite of what I'd prefer, honestly. Wait, can we paws to think about our next course of action?" --William the Punderous shortly before being slain by his fellow Yule tribesman.
"Blood is thicker than water. And snow. And slush. But not rock." --Yule tribesman tending to his broken toe after breaking it upon a rock during a hunt.
A cheerful piece of what passes for jewelry within Yule culture.
A traditional means of Yule transportation. In times past these sleighs were pulled forward through the icy tundras by entire teams of gnomes, but the Yule quickly learned wolves and other, similar beasts of burden were much more adept at such a task.