Hello There

As it turned out, wrangling sheep was no small task. Víðarr had picked up on that very quickly. Though he had plenty of help and a thriving pack, he needed... something. Donkeys, probably. Maybe llamas, but where the fuck was he going to get a llama? Livestock guardian dogs were a possibility too, and may be far easier to pay. All in time. For now, he panted as he finally put the last escapee back in their temporary pen.

A bit out of breath, Víðarr moved to answer the call echoing from the borders. It didn't escape him, they'd settled right beside the home of perhaps the most intriguing man this side of the sea. Upon drawing near, it's that same man that catches his eye. He stands beside a girl, presumably the one who'd called. Pausing for a moment to shake his coat back into place before approaching at a walk, steps intentional and long. Víðarr's gaze rakes over the man, appreciative. "Alastor," his tone is warm, a brassy smile playing on his features. "And company." Víðarr wouldn't be wholly impolite, offering a dip of his head-- a simple greeting, but he's a simple man.

"What can I do for you?" He's relaxed, confident. There's curiosity in his gaze, though it lingers on Alastor for longer than he might admit to. Oops.

"Víðarr"