Víðarr was starting to like it here. Among the trees, the giant trees... incredible. The gods had given them a gift, sharing this space. His heart was warm, soaring in his chest. Incredible. No, genuinely incredible. His steps across the ground were confident, agile. Víðarr couldn't help it. Gaze filled with wonder as it flickered up among the trees... woah. Spring was melting to summer around them, and still it was cool on the floor of the forest. Life. Life itself. Teeming with it, alive with it, and Víðarr too was alive. Incredible. Though it was the middle of the day, there was only dappled sunlight playing on the floor of the red forest. Víðarr was becoming more and more at ease on this continent. Could this be it? Could this be their new home? After a year of travelling, maybe it really was time to put their roots down. He'd have to speak with the others, but just maybe this could be the place. Víðarr was already falling in love with it. VÍÐARR Ragnarök awaits.

She was the dark shadow between the trees, downwind and shadowing her brothers footsteps with silent precision. She couldn’t throw her weight around with him like she could with the others, so she had to try and catch him unawares if she wanted a chance at gaining the upper paw.

The freshly mending wound on her shoulder still ached and pulled, but she drowned the complaints of the injury out by focusing on the task at hand. He was still too aware of the woods around them, the towering red trees that seemed intent on reaching the sky.

And just for a moment his face took on a distant look.

Róta broke from her cover between the trees, dipping and aiming her skull towards her brother’s ribcage with a snarl that spoke of her intent, a wild smile on her face.

“Speech”

lightning struck and I found my thunder

Róta vs Víðarr for spar
Round 1/2
Age: Over 1 year
Size: Medium
Build: Heavy
Skills: Novice Fighter & Beginner Hunter

Always on guard, always alert, Róta didn't escape her brother's notice. Her scent had nearly become a part of his own, but the wind didn't carry her scent to him. Alert enough to know that he's not alone out here, but he couldn't pinpoint just where she was. That was fine, Víðarr would simply... speak to his sister if she decided to show herself. She had been rather temperamental lately. Must be... woman things or whatever. He wouldn't dwell on it. No, the shadow figured that Iðunn or their elder sister would handle it. That would be enough... she didn't need him. She didn't need his help when there were so many actual women around. When Róta finally sprung on the shadow's larger form, he was unprepared. She was stocky, and she was strong. Her muzzle caught him in the ribs, letting go a solid oof, and staggering a bit. Her snarl, her smile-- ah. This was a game that they certainly could play. Víðarr lifted his lip to show his teeth, assuming as much of a menacing gaze as he could muster. His hackles went up. His head went low. Víðarr recovered over his paws and snapped wildly with his jaws in response to her attack. He wanted purchase about the rusty girl's scruff or shoulder, but whether or not he found it remained to be seen. Yes, this was absolutely a game that they could play, and he felt alive. VÍÐARR Ragnarök awaits.

Víðarr vs Róta for spar
Round 1/2
Age: over 1 year
Size: Extra large
Build: Heavy
Skills: Intermediate Fighter & Beginner Hunter