I'm bad as bad can be

At least to the shadow, it seemed like a good idea. Could he be wrong? Yes. Did he have Iðunn to bail him out (likely begrudgingly) if he fucked it up? Also yes. As he took his place on the rock and waited, he realized something-- the view here really was pretty nice. Still, Víðarr wouldn't allow himself to get too distracted. After all, this was important work they were doing. The man was doing his best for his family. He'd always do his best for his family.

As his cousin herded the sheep in, Víðarr sprung from his perch. It wasn't the graceful spring he was hoping for, but it was good enough. With a great, menacing grumble from his throat, the shadow came tumbling down on the prey. Still, it wouldn't give up without a fight. Though the sheep was on the ground, it kicked and it thrashed. Víðarr's teeth gnashed and snapped, looking for purchase on the back of the ram's neck. The creature made a valiant effort, but it wouldn't be enough. One sharp hoof clipped the tender flesh below the shadow's eye, and he could feel the gash as it started to bleed. A brilliant, brassy laugh echoed from his throat.

In all things, Víðarr had fun. This was perhaps the most fun of all. Still, with his poor angle on the creature, it would take Iðunn to finish things off.

"Viðarr"