Excitement was building in his system. Excitement, and maybe a bit of blood lust. Still, he wouldn't be going out of his way to shit where he eats. Víðarr knows that there is greater risk involved, when it comes to attacking a neighbor. It was a necessity, the reward outweighed the risk. Winter was coming sooner than he would have liked, and it would do them well to take what they needed for now. What they needed and only what they needed. As his warriors gathered before him, the viking king greeted them in turn. Tenshi came to settle by his side, bringing a smile he couldn't conceal slipping across his rough hewn features.
"Winter will be here soon. We will raid Avalon, just to the west of here, and take what livestock we can-- alive." Víðarr cast his gaze to each of his warriors in turn, making sure they were all understanding the objective. There's something exciting, incredibly so, about this. It's what he lived for. The raiding, the fighting, and the quest to take what would become theirs. The very first raid as a pack, and the first time he'd have them on the field to see what they're made of. Perfect. "We will go under cover of night. Óðinn, ge oss styrka." Víðarr's grin was rakish, his excitement palpable. It was time.
"Víðarr"
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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