She appears quickly, and the viking king can't hide his delight. A little glimmer in his icy gaze, his head tossing a bit. She looked healthy, like the winter away hadn't done much to deter her growth. Good, wherever that mother of hers had taken her, she'd been well fed. She'd been well cared for. Still, it's better that they're home, where they belong. Another squeeze to his chest as he thinks of Celeste. Tough girl, she could protect herself, Víðarr doesn't want her to have to.
Ah, yes, the yearling's solid hug. The shadow returns the embrace warmly, reaching up to muss the child's ears. "You have grown," the words are warm. Every bit of him is warmth, in the way reserved entirely for his family. "You were always a fighter, but there are things you can learn, beyond the physical. Does that interest you?" Carefully, he assesses the girl's expression. His grandchildren would be more than mere brawlers, he was sure of it. It was a question of finding them the right placements, and it was damn near time for him to start.
"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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