there was a great big moose, he liked to drink a lot of juice

Amusingly enough, Viðarr himself is the silent god. The god of vengeance, the slayer of Fenrir... Viðarr is all of these things. All of those things, and more. The shadow trusts in his connection to his namesake, and he's comfortable in this way. Comfortable with himself, and comfortable in the way that they're able to move together. Viðarr can't help but be grateful for Celeste and her eagerness to hunt with him.

They are nature, the balance of things. Celeste was fast, balancing out the brute force that comes from the shadow. They'd make quick work of their prey. There was no humanity in playing with your food. Viðarr is steadfast, lunging forward and taking the creature by the hind legs to head off any escape. They both crashed into the ground, and Viðarr was already panting. He's a large creature, and moving quickly isn't without effort. The calf kicked, flailed, but he remained steadfast. He'd hold, and leave Celeste the opening to take the last shot.

"Viðarr"