GLORY BE THY NAME

They responded to his call, one by one. From across the Maw, the Steppe, they fade from the mists and the shadows to his side, each greeted with a grin. There’s something alive in him, excited. Today of all days. The best of days, Víðarr decided. Maybe it wasn’t his choice to make, but don’t let him hear you say it. A brilliance in his gaze as his pack gathers around him, family closest of all. Tenshi by his side, his sister, hell even his granddaughters gathered before him. This is what it’s all about.

Proving to be a viking queen in all ways, Tenshi had insisted she also be here. Víðarr’s arguments had been futile, and he’d relented. He knows her well enough to drop the argument. The pups would be safe while they raided, he’d send for Sedna and any of her lot to come up for them. Her presence, the weight of her by his side, he shines with it. Not shy to the affection, the viking king places a tender kiss on her forehead before beginning his announcement.

“Let me apologize for our earlier change in plans,” the viking king begins, gaze sweeping those gathered before him. “My wife was pregnant, and as our resources are stable, raiding could wait.” Víðarr considers this enough explanation, on his end. While Tenshi’s pregnancy hadn’t been hidden, the puppies were large and her mobility was more limited than he’d initially realized.

“Now we have puppies, they are strong, and we raid!” Víðarr gives a brilliant grin. They would travel together, safety and strength in numbers. The vikings were going on an adventure. “A new pack in Auster, Norad, will be getting a warm welcome.” He tossed his head, rolled his shoulders. “They consider themselves… artisans.” Víðarr allowed the word to linger on his tongue, not sure he likes how it tastes in the common tongue. “We take all the herbs, all the crafting shit we can carry.”

"Víðarr"