The commotion up ahead caught her attention, and she set forth with a high and swift step, icy blue eyes looking for any signs of movement. Smaller prey could be quite plenty here, even in the colder months, and for that she was greatful. But it appeared someone else was here to feed, or even a few someones.
She rounded a willow tree, coming upon the sight of two large dogs and an even larger wolf swathed in an inky black with silvery highlights on his shoulders and cheeks. He was instantly and undeniably recognizable, and Iðunn found herself simply staring at him for a few moments, silent as the wind that gently tugged at her fur.
Once again she was at a loss for words, just as she had been with Róta, though this time it was less from guilt and more from an emotion that left a sour note in her mouth. Perhaps it had once been anger, but now she was unsure how to describe it with words.
"Víðarr," she finally said softly, though there was a thinness to her lips and a stiffness in her posture. Would he be happy at seeing her after all this time?
