ignited by bloodshed

The cat had arrived just as the shadow was drifting-- no, he was resting his eyes and very much awake, thank you. Ahem. He was quite pleased to see the little creature, taking his time to pet the little companion and scratch gently behind her ears. It was a careful act of gentleness from the hulking beast, and he was rather enjoying himself. Really, Víðarr considered that he must get himself a cat sometime soon. They really were excellent company.

Not far behind the cat was her master, and the shadow's expression shifted to a broad grin. With great warmth in his tone and his gaze, he greeted the young woman. "Too long, unge," it's a soft, gentle teasing in his tone. Mischief, too, flickered somewhere behind his eyes. The shadow gestured her closer, willing both of his companions to relax. They settled to something that resembled relaxed. As relaxed as they ever were, these days, not that he blamed them.

"Have you been... how do you say, behaving out there?" The viking king settled a bit more in the shade, stretching his neck, feeling his joints ripple and crack beneath his great, dark pelt. At ease, relaxed, and more than happy to see the young woman once more.
"Viðarr"