Víðarr's brow drew as the child spoke of a missing brother. He offered only a sympathetic nod. The pups had been through a lot, and the picture was only becoming more clear. There's a mention of dad too, framed in a way that leads the viking king to believe that he was gone too. On the topic of dads... there was nothing really great about them, anyway. Víðarr knows that much to be true.
But on the subject of gods? That's something Víðarr can speak on. "They were the ones who created us, and then this world for us. Now they guide us and protect us." There is reverence hanging heavily in the shadow's tone as he speaks. He's speaking of the gods, the ones he seeks for guidance and comfort. The gods who have brought him here, who have blessed his path. In turn, Víðarr has dedicated himself to them as well. "Are you interested in religion?" It's a gentle enough question, and he watches the yearling closely for a reaction. Another set of hands to help his seiðkonur could always be helpful.
"Víðarr"
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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