action, meet consequence

The viking king... would not admit that he'd gotten his ass handed to him by the ram. He wouldn't admit it. No, but he also wouldn't blame the ram for acting as rams do. It would be the same thing to blame a wolf for biting. He'd simply... well, he perhaps had snuck up on the creature. Listen, Víðarr knew that there was a consequence for his actions, and he knew that he needed to find Tenshi to repair the damage. He wouldn't admit to being a bit light headed from the pain, especially as the adrenaline wore off. Oh yeah, a walk up the mountain would do that to him.

"Tenshi my love, can you meet me inside?" He called out blearily, loudly, as he moved toward their den. One of his dogs took the hint and took off to find the queen with a huff, the other doing his best to keep Víðarr on his feet. They made their way to a table beside their bed, one that would be easily lit. It was a clean wound, but he would need stitches. It would likely scar, though if he was lucky the fur may lay neatly around it. Only time would tell. For now, he grumbles and settles on the table, injured flank still bleeding.

"Víðarr"