Winter would be here soon, and it was important that everything be just so. Well and truly, just so. Víðarr could lead them through the most treacherous time of the year, he was certain of that, but it was important that they be prepared. Stores of food, stocks of supplies. The mountain could provide most things, as long as they knew how to collect it, but the prey in the Steppe was likely easier to access and more readily available. When in doubt, there were the reindeer as well. Still, Víðarr didn't want to put strain on their numbers. He made a mental note to confer with Kiela later on that.
The mid-morning sun shone down around his shoulders, a crisp breeze in the air, as Víðarr made his rounds. Checking the borders, seeking out the movements of the prey that called this place home. Looking for any lurking predators as he moved, nose low to the ground. Keenly aware, though he allows himself to relax. Víðarr couldn't go around being wound up all the time, now could he? Instead, the shadow drifts across the land, taking it all in. How nice it was, to have a home. Something to show for the hard work. A place in this world. With the distant call of a raven, he smiles to himself. It seemed the gods agreed that he'd done well, though there was still much to more work to be done.
"Speech"
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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