The coyotes began to stack up around the, dropping like flies. Víðarr is perhaps, hyper-aware of the fact that his granddaughter is down there with them. Delphi was in a tough position against the beast, but he trusts her. He trusts she can hold her own. As his eyes adjust to the low light, he begins to pick out the vermin more easily. There was one sizing up the child from somewhere off, behind. Before it could complete whatever plot it was working up, the viking king reaches out and grabs the thing.
An unhinged little chuckle wrenches free from his throat as he fights the creature. This one was feisty, kicking and struggling as the shadow holds him firmly. Not going down without a fight, at least he could respect that. Fight he did, wrenching and wriggling. Víðarr felt the creature's mouth close around his ankle, flinching from the sting of teeth in his flesh. He growled, reaching down and making quick work of the creature. Gaze focusing once more on Delphi's target, making sure the child was faring alright. She could do this, even if she needed a little help.
"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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