Catch and release

He really does like milfs, and this only serves to highlight that point. Just as horrible as she remembers-- oops. Víðarr doesn't envy the position that she finds herself in, that's for certain. "Is there any way I can help?" Though he cares, the shadow is a fish out of water when it comes to anything... like... this. He's doing his best to be supportive, especially figuring that the whole thing is likely his fault.

Husband-- Víðarr freezes for a moment, his eyes going wide. The teasing in her tone was lost on him for the moment, overridden by the fact that he may very well have fucked up here. "Your... husband..." he repeated slowly, some sort of horror coloring his expression. Shit. "Does your husband uh... know about..." he trailed off, gesturing vaguely with his muzzle. What were the chances that there would be a price on his head or his hide now? Was Sedna in danger? Were the pups his, or her husband's? Were they all in danger?

Too many thoughts for him to actually sort out what he was thinking, Víðarr is near frozen with it all.
"Víðarr"