Preparations for winter. The Crypt would ideally make for a good hideaway for those less cold-tolerant, one of the things that had left him so eager to lay claim to it. It was easier to insulate a smaller room, and Víðarr had set about getting it ready for winter. Hide scraps too small to use for much, pieces that had been cut away to discard as tattered, random bits of down, offcuts of wool, hell even some of their own shed coats, all of it mixed together and fluffed into the cracks. It would all be covered up with good furs later.
It seemed like the insulation was doing its job well enough, and the viking king was able to detect less of a draft as he walked along the edges of the room. Carefully tamping down the spots that seemed the most likely to pick up or roll away. It's a smaller room, placed off to the side, with a dusty hearth that seemed like a good candidate for restoring as well. The room had been in good enough shape to start, Víðarr careful to ensure there was no risk of collapse before starting.
Satisfied with his inspection, Víðarr sets about lining the walls from his shoulder-height down with rawhide. It's his hope to seal in the work, at least for the winter.
This character is unstable. Blanket TW for mental health themes applies to all posts.
Víðarr has two Karelian bear dogs and a white morph tawny owl. Assume they're within calling distance unless otherwise stated.
Víðarr speaks with a dense Swedish accent.
Cooperative
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