they lash out with ferocious force

The woods had quickly become Viðarr's home. There was something comforting about them. Deeply comforting, and they quieted his soul. With as much ease as the hulking shadow could display, he moved across the ground. Every step was practiced, careful. He'd done what he could to learn this place, and all it had to offer. Excellent. It seemed everything was as it should be today, and Viðarr was chief among those things.

It was an unseasonably cool day, and he wasn't complaining. Afternoons had been sleepy lately, but today he could be alert. There was nothing that could stop the creature, a force of nature as he was. He picked up an easy jog, moving through the dappled sunlight of the hulking redwoods. Though he was here, the shadow's mind wandered elsewhere. Wandered to dinner time-- seal, maybe? With his sisters, the shadow could go to the water's edge. They'd have a good time. All was well, and he felt simply divine.

"Viðarr"