To be honest, Víðarr felt a bit like that one meme when it came to this place. At the entrance of the crypt, he held his head high, already peering around the corner. Right, this wasn't his mission to lead. It felt like it might help draw Celeste out of her (he suspected Cyanide-induced)(wow that sounds a lot worse than it is) funk. Asking her to take this task on was also such a help to him, and Víðarr was certain to show it.
But also, damn he was excited about this place. "Look, look at how easy it is to defend." He proclaimed with a triumphant wag of his tail. If they had sick or vulnerable members of the pack, or extremely valuable resources, they could be stocked away in an area that was perhaps the most well defended place of all. It was the safest anyone could be, deep in the heart of viking territory. In Víðarr's mind, it's perfect.
"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
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