Víðarr would not admit it, but Delphi's presence in the party worried him. The coyotes... some of them were bigger than she was. Some of them would likely be bigger than she would... ever reach. It was enough to make him worry, and enough to put him on even higher alert. If the child wanted to help, then he wouldn't get in her way. Still, it was his duty to make sure she saw adulthood, and it seemed like that was more and more a daily challenge. Still, there was no time to dwell on it. Víðarr led the charge on the pack of coyotes, his head tossing, teeth glimmering and stark in the low light.
Brida's shout brought a brilliant grin to the viking king's face as well. He struck out with his gauntlets, making to shred whatever he could reach with the raised studs. The rending of flesh and yelps of the coyotes hung heavily in the air around him, along with the scent of blood creeping on. By the gods, this is what they were meant to do. The rage and heat of a fight, it fills Víðarr with something he can't explain. Delight, glee. The taste of coyote blood on his tongue as he sinks his teeth into the creature's neck, it feels brilliant. A deep, menacing chuckle echoed from his chest. Everything felt good. They would make quick work of the coyotes, and be able to move themselves in, in no time.
"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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