The child could protest all she wanted, the viking king would still be here to gently poke at her. It's his privilege as a grandfather, and he will take it. Regarding the girl fondly as she sits back, as she flexes. He gives an approving sort of grin, impressed by how she was coming along. Good, and her hard work would be rewarded. "Remember, fat is never the enemy. Bears are hard to kill because of their fat, and we can be the same. Muscle is the goal, yes, and I am proud of you." He claps Unagi gently on the shoulder. Warmly.
"I will teach you what I can, my lamb. I promise." The words are spoken with a little more weight than he maybe intends, but they are the correct ones in the moment. He's decided as much. Beginning to lead the way down the boundary that separated the Steppe from Firefly Lake, the viking king tipped his muzzle. Indicating to the child that she should follow. "Can you tell me what is special about the Steppe and its borders?" His question is gentle, probing. What did she already know?
"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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