If they were going to have livestock, then they'd need somewhere to house them. That's where the Steppe came in. Víðarr's vision was to use part of it as a training space, and the other part to house their stock. While it wouldn't always be ideal to hike all the way down from the snowy mountain, it was a lot better than trying to move sheep all the way up, especially when it had already started snowing. Yeah, this would at least have to do for the winter. At least the ground was still going to be soft enough to drive some posts into.
Considering the space, as well as the proximity to both the river and the border, the shadow began to mark out the space where he'd like to put up the fence. Humming softly to himself as he worked, shifting stakes that were held together with sturdy twine. Thinking about where they'd put the gate, too, posed an interesting question. And how many pens would they need? It had been such a long time since he'd been truly settled somewhere. To think that a trivial problem like where to put the sheep fences was on his mind, instead of will we survive until tomorrow? It was incredible. Though Víðarr puzzles over his sheep problem, he's grateful for the trivial predicament.
"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
![[Image: bfcOTDt.png]](https://i.imgur.com/bfcOTDt.png)
