whirling dust in morning air

Carefully, Viðarr wrapped the now stripped bone and hoof in the hide. He'd handle that later, and his sister would be delighted with the chunk of hoof as it was. Something about building yet another chess set-- he was glad that she'd been able to settle in enough to actually do things she enjoyed. Edgy as she could be, the valkyrie did have her charms. Carefully, he climbed to his feet, stretching and giving a yawn. The day was young yet, though his family was likely up and moving. A snack for the cat-- that could be arranged. "If you would like to be walking with me, I can show you what I know." His offer came with a smile as he carefully, albeit gracelessly, hopped down from his perch.

"We are camped at the foot of the Wall, just past that bend," Viðarr explained gently, gesturing with his muzzle. His words were muffled around the parcel in his grasp, but it was probably clear enough for the woman to understand. Probably, but... well, yeah, good enough. "Not long, my family and I arrived at the end of spring." The words were gentle. One of the things that had struck him about this place was the definition of four seasons, instead of the two that he was accustomed to. Back home they'd simply had winter and not-winter.

"I should like to see more of this place when it's not so hot," the words came with a grin, echoing her earlier sentiment. Though speaking the common tongue would get easier in time, the words still felt strange in his mouth. "I am Viðarr Trygg," right, the shadow figured he should probably introduce himself. The woman was meek, but there was something about her... he'd consult with Iðunn later. The priestess tended to know more than he about things like this.

"Viðarr"