Casual chains

Víðarr

The evening was a bracing one, and Víðarr was grateful for that. He thrived in the cold, the chill. It was beautiful, and made him feel closer to home than usual. Brilliant. He tossed his head as he moved, strides long and confident. It was getting dark, and he'd already hunted for the family but still... well, listen, the shadow had an appetite. A hungry sort of beast, one that was just as happy to slip off and hunt for himself once it was clear everyone else was settled.

Keen senses trained on prey, but soon distracted. There was someone else out here, and that someone sounded like they were none too pleased. Víðarr's head lifted, trying to figure out where the sound had come from. "Hej?" It was more curious than anything else. He was trying to pinpoint the source of the voice, moving through the high spring grasses toward the water. A woman seemed to materialize in his field of view, chest deep in the water, and she didn't look happy about it. Still, it didn't look like she was drowning necessarily just... not moving? "You are... okay?" Víðarr squinted, trying to make sense of her predicament.

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