Erik is a vision, a nightmare, something horrifying. Víðarr is not much better. The child had pinned something, someone down, with his gaze and presence alone. At least he was doing better this time. At least he was more successful this time... hm. Still, it wouldn't do for a child to be intercepting intruders. Couldn't have him getting hurt again, not after what had become of the incident with Strai.
Closing the gap, melting from the shadows behind his son, Víðarr looks down upon this Sakana creature. A chuckle escaped Erik, a snorted laugh, one that causes the shadow to look over his shoulder before looking back upon the boy. The viking king he'd get no answer from his son on just what was so funny, though the child's eyes gleamed all the same. "Tell me, boy, is it common practice for healers to trespass?" Víðarr watched the boy, icy gaze gleaming. He stands tall, head high as he peers down on Sakana.
The boy displays textbook submission, leaving Víðarr wondering about the world he came from. Was he playing with his food? Perhaps. Erik hangs back a bit as his father handles the offending yearling, still burning with curiosity.
"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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