The viking king regarded her warmly, a smile upon his rough features. It's warm, just as the sun that shines down across his back. Though the winter chill was a way of life, at least they had the sun to live by. Everything was wonderful, beautiful up here on the mountain. He's pleased with it. More than pleased. Another day, a gift from the gods. Viðarr straightened up as Bylgja approached, his tail a high wag behind him. The sentiment shared... it was nice to know that she was one of them. One of his. He finds comfort in it. Though they neared capacity, Viðarr couldn't turn her away. The viking king was grateful for that.
"It is," he affirmed, head tilting to the sunlight. He'd enjoy it for a long moment more, allowing the woman to complete her approach. "There has been some ah, strange activity lately. I wanted to show you what I look for, so you can patrol too." This seemed reasonable. It would be time well spent, and Viðarr could get to know her along the way. That, and the more he could beef up their security, the better. Strange things had been afoot lately... something about the thinning of the veil.
"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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