i gotta be honest guys

Things didn't always work out the way you would plan, and Viðarr would know that above all. The way things had gone with his band, his family-- he understands. With his steady, albeit slow pace, he comes to Celeste's call. He'd been scouting for their next move, trying not to cause too much trouble among the way. Such was the shadow. He'd adopted the koi girl in his own way, and with her he'd stay.

"It is getting crowded in this area besides," his words slow, trying to enunciate around his thick accent. "Another pack moving in to the south. To the north, nothing for a while." At heart, a warleader. All he could do was provide the information he'd gathered, he'd learned in his last journeys out. Between keeping an eye on the ailing alpha and keeping a pulse on the world around him, it was what the shadow could offer.

"Viðarr"