ardent

in a dream, the future.

open/hunting maybe?



Víðarr

The Hallows
Hallowed

Master Fighter (245)

Master Hunter (245)

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age
8 Years
gender
Male
gems
81
size
Dire wolf
build
Heavy
posts
480
player
wicked

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12-29-2021, 10:33 PM

Iðunn's prayers brought him comfort. It was one of a dozen reasons that he was glad she'd come with them. From the trees around him, his family seemed to melt in turn. Ah. Yes, together they'd be able to take down the larger prey with ease. Víðarr's head was high, posture confident. "Jävla--" he grumbled as Róta struck his shoulder. The words were deep, brassy, and lacked venom. Víðarr's mood was relatively good, reaching up to halfheartedly swat in his sister's direction with his paw.

As the breeze picked up once more, Víðarr glanced knowingly at his family. There was no hesitation as he took off at a dead run through the pines, adrenaline coursing through his system as he led the hunt forward. Brilliant gaze, strong legs, high head. It was northward, towards the scent, that he'd take them. Keen gaze searching, tracking-- there. An elderly elk cow, back sloping with the weight of her years. Víðarr sped up, cutting wide from the creature, putting himself in position to cut it off should it get spooked and try to take off. They would eat well tonight.












VÍÐARR
Ragnarök awaits.