I'm bad as bad can be

Víðarr

Sleep had come easily to him, something that Víðarr could be grateful for. Lately it was either he or Sanngriðr that was restless, seeming to trade their nightmares back and forth between them. Such was life when you had been on the run for as long as they had. Nightmares, bad nights of rest, all of it had become... well, it had become the standard. Víðarr was grateful, at least, that they'd stopped running. They'd settled in somewhat. Hell, even Iðunn liked this place enough to consider settling in here.

And it was the priestess herself that shook Víðarr from his dreamy state. He grumbled deep in his chest, stretching and yawning. Try not to wake the others, sure. The shadow disentangled himself from his older sister. He stretched and yawned, pulling himself to his paws, stomach rumbling. A hunt-- now was as good a time as any. He was quick to chase the sleep from his bones, quick on broad paws with confident steps. There was no time to waste, not when it would only get warmer.

"Deer," he tested the word in the common tongue before wrinkling his nose, disliking the way it tasted in his mouth. Nope, that wasn't ideal. "Rådjur," but it was just slightly different than the roe deer back home. Would likely taste just as good, the shadow decided. With a glance to the priestess, Víðarr lowered his head to the scent and took off on the trail.

VÍÐARR
Ragnarök awaits.

tracking & hunting 1/3

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