I'm bad as bad can be

Víðarr

They really are quite the pair. The shadow is denser and slower, moving with a well intentioned thunder. Iðunn is far more graceful and poised. Together, though, they do their best. They do their absolute best. A bit of amusement glimmered in his icy eyes as well, and on Iðunn's invitation, he offers a grin over his shoulder. Víðarr's pace was even, relaxed, treading carefully so as to not make too much noise. Carefully, he led their track downwind of the herd that he'd caught on the wind. Couldn't tip the herd off to their presence.

He stilled as they drew near enough to see them, scattered about and resting in a clearing. Icy gaze scanning the group, but the priestess was faster. Her shoulder against his, following her gaze-- ah. Iðunn was bright, and for that, he was lucky. Víðarr nodded once. Not only was the creature showing its age, he was on the closer edge of the clearing. The others would take off safely, and Ullr would smile upon them with this meal. "You're faster, do you want to cut around and push him toward me?" Víðarr's gaze on his older cousin was intent, the words coming as barely more than a breath. Still, he mouthed each sound with intention, hoping it was good enough and she'd pick up enough of the plan. Iðunn could herd the bull in his direction, and the shadow could catch and hold it. Together it should be a quick, safe affair.

VÍÐARR
Ragnarök awaits.

tracking and hunting 2/3

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