The days had been passing quickly, getting everything sorted and straightened out ahead of winter on the mountain. Putting up measures to control the snow, lest they get buried. There was the question of keeping warm at the high elevation, of ensuring they'd built their food stores and preserved it properly. They were still settling in, in large part, chasing away predators and padding dens. It would be their first trial as a pack, and the first big test of the viking king's leadership.
And there was the question of speaking with the other leaders. Asla's call surprises the shadow, coming while he checks traps in the Steppe. He calls back, letting her know he's on his way before departing. Though his arrival is prompt, Viðarr wasn't built for speed and he probably should be polite.
His arrival brought a... strange scene, to say the least. His favorite granddaughter was a spirited thing, he'd give her that. "Vi ska prata hemma," Viðarr shot a pointed look at Delphi. His gaze moved next to Aslatiel, a cordial smile twitching at the corners of his lips, breaking the stillness in his rough-hewn features. "It is nice to see you again, Aslatiel." The man offered a respectful nod. "Please forgive my granddaughter, she is still learning." The Stargzers had different opinions than many on the sanctity of borders. This had apparently led to a bit of trouble, though he'd arrived too late to hear exactly what Asla said to the child. Viðarr's gaze remains on the pale woman before him, though he's certain he doesn't like the proximity of the grey brute to the child. Still, the viking king would remain carefully neutral.
"Viðarr "
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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