drink to the power

Closer. He wants them closer, he wants them where he can see them. All of them, yes, but more... more the most important ones. Pulled close, brought nearer to him. Perhaps he's getting old and paranoid, perhaps he's lost too much over the last two seasons. The viking king doesn't dwell on the why, only that it's an option.

"No, I think the closeness will be helpful for her, too." His reassurance is gentle, careful. Her feathers had never been ruffled, especially by friends. To have them all so close would make life easier coming towards winter, especially with the pups. Convenience, comfort, safety... it makes sense. Víðarr could make it make sense, as he arranges them all in his mind. The flat of his cheek fondly on Kiela's shoulder, he's certain he'll feel better this way.

"Víðarr"