whirling dust in morning air

Viðarr was relaxed, happy to show the traveler around. The shadow is convinced that she's not of this world... in the best way possible. There's something quietly reverent about the way that he moves around her, the way he regards her. There would be no convincing Viðarr that she wasn't the allfather come for a visit, after all. Softly, he hummed to himself as he led the way back toward camp. Viðarr was careful as he set the cleaned bone down in the pile that his sister had been using to craft, and pulled a sheep's foreleg from the stores. His head picked up, casting a gaze towards Audra and her cat. "A snack, for your friend." Right, best to keep the companions happy. They tended to be good judges of character. Viðarr thought too, of Celeste and her cat... damn he really needed to find one.

"I think so too, and it's ah, good to be meeting you." Words were hard, but Viðarr was able to sort them out well enough to get by. Even in his mother tongue, the shadow wasn't much of a talker. Still, something about this Audra's presence was calming. Viðarr couldn't complain, and it was a good chance to practice the common language. It would be necessary, he supposed, especially if he was going to sit as their head of house. Frankly, it was the thing he was least looking forward to. Idle chatter would never be his strong suit. Pleasantries with other leaders, as a concept, were something he'd dread. It's likely he'd be able to pass those off to someone more competent... Auðr hopefully.

"We do. We're quite certain we'd like to stay." Viðarr offered a smile, gesturing broadly with his muzzle. "Where would you like to see first?" There were plenty of options up here, after all. The day was young, and he had all the time in the world to explore with her.
"Viðarr"