I Was Drunk As A Skunk Having Lunch With A Cross-Eyed Bear... You Been There ;D

Ravens. Viðarr had seen them circling the downed elk, one that must have passed in the night (or day before?). Let them eat. Odin's birds would feast, and they'd be an omen of things to come. Maybe the all father himself was near... a comforting thought. Always a comforting thought, really. The gods lived and breathed, and walked among them. They were close, and it seemed they walked here just as they did at home. It was only a matter of time, Viðarr figured, until he encountered them himself.

Polar bear. He'd smelled the predator earlier this morning, but it was closer now. Worryingly, concerningly closer. Viðarr had his family to protect. He needed to find the bear, and he needed to push it back... or fight it. It seemed that the latter would be the option this creature went with. By the shadow's side, Fisk bristled. Ah, the dog smelled them too. Yes, it was a creature that had been bred for such a task. The bear dogs came from stock that was chosen for their particular aptitude in taking out bears... well, it was less dangerous than going alone.

The pair jogged in time, gaze fixing on the bear itself. Into the air, the ravens rose. The shadow stiffened, head dropping low and defensive. It was only now that he saw the snow leopard, puffed up and hissing as she did. "Need help?" It didn't seem to him that she had things under control, but if she wanted him to fuck off, he would. For as silly as it makes him feel, the shadow is grateful for his armor. His words shatter the tension in the moment, but they do not break the ice. Three against one? He liked those odds much better, even if the one was the great, hulking, powerful creature before them.

"Viðarr"