(Not) Beef: It's What's For Dinner

Víðarr · 02-06-2023, 12:12 PM

Admittedly, Víðarr wouldn't pine for the desert once it was time to leave. The shifting beneath his paws was hard on his joints and reminded him that he was far slower than some of his companions. Slower, bulkier, more easily weighed down. Though the shadow carried himself well, it was hard out here for such a big guy. That was alright, though. He was alright. It was easy for his head to be filled with complaints, but the cause was good. Family, found or not, was important. Family kept him whole, and kept his head on straight. For them, anything.

The scent of the mule deer on the air was heavy, and the herd must be close. With his head high and gaze bright, he pinpointed their location. Down what was once a River, and around a slight bend, where the ground was packed hard enough to be able to chase for real. He's ready. The shadow was always ready. All he needed was someone to join him, knowing his limits and just how wily the dear could be.

"Come, I found dinner," right. Of they'd go.

"Víðarr"

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(Not) Beef: It's What's For Dinner

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