like watching over a thermonuclear reactor

It seemed to be a particularly spicy lot of pups, gathering around him with suspicion. It was nice to see, watching them all be so wary and against a stranger being so close to their mother. His relationship with Sedna didn't have a name, in his mind. For something strange, it was also hilariously uncomplicated. They are uncomplicated creatures. Complicated, in the most uncomplicated way. As he gazes to each of the children, he sees little bits of himself in each of them. It didn't cross his mind that some of them weren't biologically his. If they were not his blood, then they were his bones, his heart, his soul. It was all the same.

He strode closer to Sedna, offering a smile to the children. He peered to Sedna for a moment at the child's question, an unspoken do they know? She calls him by only his name, and Viðarr takes the hint. "I am Viðarr Trygg," he gives the introduction on his own, as well. The children were beginning to gather around, and now... he doesn't quite know what to do with that, with himself. At least Sedna knows, reaching out to swat him and declare him it. This seemed like a good game, actually. Viðarr perked up, taking a few long, bouncing steps away from the pups, giving them a chance to scatter.

"I am coming to get you!" He declares, beginning his chase towards whichever pup was closest. The steps are an exaggerated trot, each movement suspended, slowing himself down and giving the kids a chance to run.

"Viðarr"