GOTCHA!!

Viðarr echoed the small girl's giggles with his own brassy chuckle. He couldn't help but be silly with her, it was infectious. The most fearsome, she decreed. Viðarr was in agreement, of course. She made a point to show off her fangs growing in, and it was true-- most excellent fangs indeed. "A gift from the gods for a most special girl." He spoke sagely, nodding softly as he inspected them with great care. Oohing and aahing over the teef where they grew in. They were good teef indeed.

The shadow chuckled at the threat of chomping, ruffling the fur behind the child's ears. Some day she would need to learn how to use them, that was true. "I am having the best day, lillan. I get to spend it with you." The words are gentle, fond. "What about you? What would you like to do today?" Two questions for the girl. He knows that his remaining time with the band is short, and is determined to make the best of it. Whatever days he would remain, he'd live them to their fullest.

"Viðarr"