Preparations for winter. The Crypt would ideally make for a good hideaway for those less cold-tolerant, one of the things that had left him so eager to lay claim to it. It was easier to insulate a smaller room, and Víðarr had set about getting it ready for winter. Hide scraps too small to use for much, pieces that had been cut away to discard as tattered, random bits of down, offcuts of wool, hell even some of their own shed coats, all of it mixed together and fluffed into the cracks. It would all be covered up with good furs later.

It seemed like the insulation was doing its job well enough, and the viking king was able to detect less of a draft as he walked along the edges of the room. Carefully tamping down the spots that seemed the most likely to pick up or roll away. It's a smaller room, placed off to the side, with a dusty hearth that seemed like a good candidate for restoring as well. The room had been in good enough shape to start, Víðarr careful to ensure there was no risk of collapse before starting.

Satisfied with his inspection, Víðarr sets about lining the walls from his shoulder-height down with rawhide. It's his hope to seal in the work, at least for the winter.

Though Kiela had initially not been so sure about expanding into the crypt, she trusted Víðarr and saw the reasoning behind his decision. These tunnels offered protection from the winter that nowhere else really could. It'd be good shelter for those recovering from injury and illness, for newborn children and mothers giving birth. Despite knowing these things, it wasn't really her favorite place still - something about the crypts made her feel claustrophobic, made it feel like it was hard to breathe.

She knew it was only in her head, so she wouldn't be put off by poking her nose around and seeing what work had been done here. Catching a whiff of Víðarr's scent only encouraged her to continue along, nose low to the ground as she tested the scents of the wolves that had been down here as of recent.

Though she'd brought nothing to contribute, she was happy to take a look around and see if anything was needed. She let out a quiet hum to signal her arrival as she moved through one of the bigger rooms, toward the sound of shuffling paws. It was no surprise she found him there, working on lining the walls with rawhide. A smile touched her lips then, faint but recognizable as she moved toward him. "Keeping busy, I see?" Kiela asked as she drew closer, a genuine question rather than an attempt at small talk.