pirate metal x viking metal: the crossover episode

The pair had been absolutely wild in combat. Such is Viðarr, an such is the way he lives. Every moment was wild. Every moment was a chance to be unhinged, untamed, and lived in, as best as possible. This was no different. He tossed his head, stepping back to survey the carnage around them. Softly, he swore as the true nature of the boy by his side came into focus. That was... a yearling? No, younger than that, and particularly scrawny. Around them, the carnage of the coyotes heaped from side to side.

"I am proud of you," though his grasp of the common tongue was still tenuous and stilted, this is something he knows how to articulate and does so with ease. A smile played on the shadow's face, and a glimmer in his eye. "You are okay?" Accent coloring the words heavily, he peered at the lanky pup. Couldn't have whoever his parents were getting all pissed that Viðarr had let him get into a fight, after all. It would probably be better to return him in one piece, if Viðarr needed to return him at all.

"Viðarr"