kos dere!

Home was wherever Víðarr could be by her side. He was sure of that, but there was also... well, there was also the mountains. He needed to settle down, he needed a home base. The viking was ready to settle into pack life, ready to rule. Víðarr would rule the world with Tenshi by his side, he's certain of it. The gods had smiled upon them, and he knew that would only continue. Gaining momentum, gathering speed and turning himself into a center of gravity within Boreas... he would.

Things would heat up soon, but now? It's the calm before the storm. They are alone, alone together. Víðarr is grateful for the peace, for the quiet. They understood each other. Companionable quiet spreads between the two, and they can enjoy the low water in the river. They can enjoy each other, near the river. That plan would be on hold for the time being. The presence of the jaguar doesn't go unnoticed. Tenshi's proximity, the look on her face, it's intoxicating. Her shoulder to his chest, his muzzle dragging across her in the same breath. Víðarr is possessive.

Her words bring a low, brassy chuckle to his chest. His lip twitched, reaching out to nip playfully at her tail. She rushed towards the predator, and Víðarr is close on her heels. His head tossed, and he lunged for the cat's heel. It's a savage grab, the snap of his jaws, a snarl that rips from his throat. All at once, the berserker comes to life. Bloodlust. Bloodlust is beautiful.