I'm bad as bad can be
Víðarr
Cooperative
01-16-2022, 03:25 AM
Víðarr dropped the bull in a heap at the edge of camp, calling softly for Sanngriðr. She should be awake by now, and it would be best to begin breaking down the creature sooner rather than later. Wouldn't want to attract any unsavory creatures that would be looking for a free meal, after all. The valkyrie appeared from the shadow cast by the wall and set about it, and Víðarr retreated to the stream nearby to clean himself. It didn't take long, and that was for the best-- the shadow rather detested baths. Still, it was fine. He grumbled as he rinsed clean the scraped shoulder, feeling the cool water rush over his raw flesh. Soon it would scab, and he could be thankful for that much. Víðarr did his best to scrub any remaining blood from the elk away against the rocks, taking care to clear it from his maw and the thick fur of his neck and chest. As always, this was about as good as he was going to get. Quickly, he shook as much of the stream water as he could from his shadowy pelt. Víðarr stepped to Iðunn's side, raising his nose to the wind as well. Right, to the east from where they stood. He took a few broad, careful steps in that direction, and then paused. The mountains in this direction were dangerous, extremely so. It was doable, but they needed to stick together, and stay smart about things. "We go no farther than the foothills." His tone was gruff, serious. There would be no losses today, he wouldn't allow it. With that, Víðarr began his slow, easy jog in the direction of the scent. The sheep were better than they on the mountainous terrain, but in the foothills they would be fine. This time of year, there should be some solitary groups of males, and picking one off wouldn't be too difficult. In the direction of the scent, Víðarr was happy to lead the way. VÍÐARR Ragnarök awaits. |