the mountains are calling

The company-- the shadow of a smile crosses the viking king's face. His tail twitched. A little tilt of his head, thinking of how his own son teased the boy so. Then, there was the fact that Sakana had done them such a kindness as well. Víðarr tipped his muzzle gently, considering it... a peace, of sorts. "He delivered my children, so I supposed joint custody was in order." A light joke, though his tone rumbled. Getting things settled in the area set up to receive guests, preparing some food and mead to set between them.

But as Modesty goes on about the raiding, Víðarr's expression hardens. Becomes drawn. A rumble in his chest at the idea so much had befallen them after a raid. He'd had a similar good impression of the girl in charge, but she was just that... a girl. "The child alpha failing to control her pack," Víðarr sighed heavily. A good kid was still a kid. If she wasn't ready, then that weakness should be further exposed.

As for his own raiding? Víðarr's tail thumped softly. "Avalon, yes. Tried to talk us out of it, and made it sound like she believed her own pack weak." He let go an indignant chuckle. "We just came back from Norad. They were rich in resources and scarcely guarded." He offers it as a tip, a glimmer in his icy eyes. A gentle insinuation for the other alpha. A rakish grin played across his handsome features.

"Víðarr"