gloria fortis miles

They were settling the Maw, but it would take time. It would take time to truly settle, to drive away all the dangers. All the threats. All of the things that went bump in the night... or in this case, the daytime. Early afternoon had settled over them, the sun still hanging high in the sky. Víðarr has gone looking for trouble, and it wouldn't be long until he found it. The Maw wasn't the most friendly terrain he could have chosen, but when had he ever taken the easy route? As if to congratulate his choice, it seemed that the roosts of ravens were perhaps greater in number here. Yes, Víðarr is pleased with the omen.

Not as much an omen, but a reminder this place was still wild, he caught wind of the bear. He would need to drive it out or kill it, and at this height, he knew which one would be easier. Evicting predators would likely be a big part of what he did for the next few weeks, that and making sure they were sorted out for the winter. Winter. By the gods, he loves the winters here. Right, bears first, religious pining later.

With his head high and teeth gleaming, Víðarr descended on the bear. It had been ambling about one of the berry-filled bushes that populated this area of the mountain. Jaws snapping, snarling, he threw himself upon the grizzly, no use fucking around.
"Víðarr"