born for burning

He'd tracked the scent of his family here, but it seemed he was too late. They were no longer within the Willows, and really, he didn't know where to look next. With the pack being dissolved, Viðarr couldn't help but want to track them down. As soon as he was satisfied that Celeste would be safe, he'd be able to bring together the plan. The plan that he'd been sitting on, he'd been forming since the encounter with the statue in the fall and the ghost not long after. All of those things that haunted him. He needed his family to do it. Viðarr swore, he'd do things right this time.

He came to rest within the Willows, taking stock of his situation. If he were them, where would he go? What would his next move be? For now, all the shadow knew was that he was hungry. Viðarr moved to the edge of the pond, watching the fish silently. After a long moment he pounced, scooping one up in his jaws. Not graceful, but he'd get the job done.

"Viðarr"