Adrift

Well, he should probably start telling people about the whole puppies thing. Tenshi was far enough along that it was safe, and he had every inclination that it wouldn't be long until she started showing. The viking puppies were going to be numerous, if their bloodline was any indication. Big, healthy litters filled with thriving pups. Viðarr knows just who he wants to be the first to hear the news. Though things had been strained, his siblings are still the most important thing to him. His family. Their family. Their family was growing.

Róta's love language is substance abuse, and he knows better than to darken her doorstep without a bottle. Tracking her wasn't necessarily hard, but it took a little practice. Reclusive ass, but that's fine. She'd found herself a ledge in the fading sun, somewhere with a nice view of the Sound. He couldn't fault her for that, it sure was nice up here. "Refill time?" Viðarr lifted his chin to the dregs of warmth from the sunset, allowing it to fall over his face for a moment. Drawing to sit beside his sister on the ledge, offering her one of the pair of bottles in his grasp. "We are celebrating." He declares, a glimmer in his icy gaze. Like they needed an excuse to drink.

"Viðarr"