Sometimes we break, sometimes we build

Would she get in trouble? Well, that would depend on how exactly things went down. What Viðarr wouldn't admit? Well, Delphi did end up with certain additional privileges. While Viðarr doesn't have favorite grandchildren, if he did, it would be Delphi. Though the girl gave him grey hairs, he saw pieces of himself in her. Pieces that were hard to deny. Though the crack of the post doesn't go entirely unnoticed, Viðarr has more important things to deal with at the moment. Another layer to the annoyance.

He's thankful sheep aren't that bright, even if this one was crafty. The viking king took off at a gallop, cutting wide around the animal. "We guide it back," he instructed, hoping it was enough direction. He's able to cut the sheep off, the wooly creature beginning to scurry back towards Strai, back towards its peers. At least none of the others had sorted out an escape route yet, though Viðarr was pretty sure they'd have to put this one on a rope for the night. Shit. His hackles up, Viðarr can only hope that Strai prevents the sheep from going too far in the opposite direction.

"Viðarr"