like watching over a thermonuclear reactor

Viðarr was grateful that it was winter in Auster. One of the few times he could really tolerate being this far south was in the rainy season. He's not built to be heat-tolerant, he's never needed to be before. It doesn't sit well with his system. Even on the mildest summer days, he finds himself panting, head aching, exhausted. Hell, the shadow is glad that he's out of the heat in Boreas right now. Not that he'd let the weather keep him away either, of course, it's just... it's better this way.

The shadow finds himself crossing towards Tojo-Kai. Though he's had a long damn walk to sort out what he wants to say, the words won't come. They won't come, and he knows he'll just have to wing it. Would pretending he didn't speak common suffice? Everyone that mattered already knew him better than that. He's never been much for talking. As he crosses through to the boneyard, he realizes that he's probably just about out of time. As he moves farther and farther south through the desolation and wastes, Viðarr catches a sound. A growl? A small growl, downwind of him. What the hell would be growling at him that sounded this small?

Coming over a rise in the land, he sees them. Gaze falling gently on the pups, and then-- oh. "Sedna," he calls out. The shadow's face is a mixture of emotions. Overcome with them all... they had to be his. At least some of them had to be his. His jaw hangs open for a moment, unable to truly believe his eyes. There were so many of them, no wonder she'd been so sick. So many of them, and Viðarr's heart is so full. The viking can't help himself, he lopes toward her, gaze dancing and warm. "You did well." Something he's sure she already knows, but really, he doesn't know what else to say. A soft smile on his face, taking in the little bundles of fur as they explored.

"Viðarr"