The Trouble With Bad Neighbors

The viking king has been busy, far busier than he likes. Celeste's disappearance still hung heavily over the mountain, and he refused to be too busy to search for her. He'd sent word to Erik as well, the boy carrying word in his travels with his older brother. A good boy, or as good as any of his sons were capable of. Even still, Víðarr's heart had been heavy with it.

Haydee's call over the Maw brings a bit of surprise to his expression, a bit of confusion too. For the girl to be this far north was... odd. The viking king's head canted to the side as he drew to the border, looking down at the girl with a smile. "Long walk? Come in." He greeted warmly, tipping his muzzle to the interior. An invitation, no questions asked. The walk from Auster is long, and the concern is clear on his face. Too long a walk for a social call, what had driven the girl here?

"Viðarr"