I'm bad as bad can be
Víðarr
01-16-2022, 03:44 AM
He was gruff because he cared. Frankly, if it had been anyone other than the even tempered Iðunn, the shadow wouldn't have even considered going near the mountain. A broken bone with their lifestyle could spell death on its own... he wouldn't take risks with their lives. Víðarr cared deeply, maybe too much. If that was his folly, so be it. She would be careful. It was good enough for him. His jog was loose, never losing track of the scent on the breeze. Everything around him was damp, and it seemed to hold the scent better the nearer they got. Thoughtfully, he considered his cousin's words. "See this corner?" He spoke softly, quietly, gesturing to a corner created by the natural outcropping of stone. "I can wait on top, you drive one towards that corner?" It was a quiet strategizing, trying to make sure they had the highest rate of success, and Víðarr wouldn't break his own ass in the process. The drop wasn't much, maybe six or seven feet, but it was down wind and Víðarr could tuck himself away easily in the shadows where he couldn't be seen or smelled. The particular sheep that the priestess chose was at the edge of the others, one they could cut away from the group. The shadow nodded, making his way to his position atop the rocky outcropping and tucking away. All Víðarr needed to do now was wait with baited breath. VÍÐARR Ragnarök awaits. |