Hello There

As the woman's posture shifts, the flick of her ear, the shift in her posture-- ah, it's her visit. His brows lift for a moment, gaze moving across her to give a more proper assessment. Matriarch, and Alastor's daughter. An interesting turn of events for the viking king, but not an unwelcome one. Víðarr's smile was warm, taking a step back and tipping his muzzle forward. "I am, Víðarr Trygg. Good to meet you." Right, his manners. He'd do well to maintain them, even if he had to remind himself. Tenshi was better at this bit than he was.

"I was glad to see you came," a twitch at the corner of his dark lips, gaze warm on Alastor's face for a moment longer. Though there hadn't been many spectators at the challenge, he was grateful to count the man among them. "And thank you. Settling has been good, lots to do, but the work is good." Warmth in Víðarr's expression, warmth that reaches clear through to tone. Already, he's proud of them. "Please, come in, the first batch of mead just cleared up." The offer is genuine, tipping his muzzle toward the mountain.

"Víðarr"