moonlight oasis

Víðarr hoped that he'd be home before night fell, but he'd been wrapped up in surveillance. Watching an enemy, understanding them, knowing them... he would know them before he struck. A false god stood at their helm. Víðarr would be the one who reminded them what all vikings knew to be true-- real gods require blood. There was anger bubbling deep below the surface, but he was in control. He was in control for now. He would bide his time.

It was late, far later than he'd realized, when Víðarr finally melted away into the night. He'd take a little rest in the Oasis and then head on home. The Oasis... it felt like a lifetime ago. Ethyria had become another chapter in the viking king's story. While he loved those he'd been with, he didn't miss the desert. At least it was cool at night, cool and still. Comfortable, for now. He crossed to the pool, becoming aware at once that he wasn't the only one here. Though Víðarr smelled her before seeing her, he'd lower his muzzle for a drink before speaking. The distance is enough, but not so much... especially not when they're alone.

"It's nice out here at night," his tone remained neutral, waiting. Trying to figure out exactly how the stranger would react, Víðarr remained on guard. Never know who's lurking out here in the dark, after all.

"Speech"