Were there bears in the mountain? Do bears shit in the woods-- that is to say, yes there are bears in the mountains. Víðarr knows that they aren't safe to co exist with them, knows that he needs to push them out in order to keep the pack, to keep his family, safe. One by one, he would pick them off, drive them away. With each one tidily done away with, Víðarr would sleep a bit more easily at night. He would rest more soundly, more safely. That would do him well, right?
Well, he thought so. The shadow managed to catch this one fishing in one of the rivers that flowed down the mountain. Well, trying to fish, at least. The viking king melted through the long shadows cast by the late afternoon sun. It was unusual for him to slink in so discreetly, usually preferring to come crashing in with the theatrics. Well, variety was the spice of life, right? Something like that.
When he's too close for comfort, that's when the growl starts. It's commanding, starting low in his throat. Echoing from his deep chest, enough to grab the bear's attention in an instant. Menacing. Víðarr advances on the bear, throwing himself head on into it once more. Truly a heathen menace.
"Speech"
This character is unstable. Blanket TW for mental health themes applies to all posts.
Víðarr has two Karelian bear dogs and a white morph tawny owl. Assume they're within calling distance unless otherwise stated.
Víðarr speaks with a dense Swedish accent.
Cooperative
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