With the onset of fall, Viðarr was able to venture farther and farther south without running the risk of overheating. Such was the issue, being built for the harshest northern winters. Still, today was rather warm, and the heat would eventually take a toll. Best to stop and rest during the hottest parts of the day. At his back, the sun hung high in the sky. Yes, a rest would probably do him well.

His dogs by his side, the shadow found a shady spot beneath one of the tall trees to settle down. Maybe a nap? Maybe a nap would be good. A deep sigh in his chest, Viðarr settled in. With his icy gaze, he scanned the world around him. Danger. On alert, looking for anything that could bring him harm. The nice thing about the dogs, they could sleep in shifts and eventually all get a decent night of rest. Somewhere high in one of the trees, he could see his little owl friend as well, scanning the area.

Satisfied with the relative safety of the world around him, the shadow settled in for an afternoon nap.

"Viðarr"

On her way back from attempting to introduce herself to the packs of Auster, Celeste decided to take a break. Autumn was finally changing into winter and the mysterious and magical bubbles appeared to be fading away. Pleased that the phenomenon wasn't as dire as the Long Night, the Mistress of Ethyria decided to take her rest at a nearby lake. Familiar with the paw-shaped lake, she made her way to the water's edge for a quick sip. Taking in a long drink, she noticed her feline companion take off in a direction she hadn't expected. Confused, her head lifted to scan the surroundings. While it wasn't uncommon for the Maine Coon to wander, his hurried demeanor appeared as if someone they knew were nearby. Maybe Oki or Cy had gone for a quick trip to hunt or to visit Ashen? Celeste's brow furrows as she pulls away from the weeds and cattails. Slightly alert with her hackles lifted, she moves to follow the direction of the cat. Growing concerned, she hesitated at the sight of a large mound with two dogs and her feline companion snuggling up to the furry beast. Lifting her nose slightly and scenting the air, her concern would shift to a pleasant surprise. "Vidarr? Long time no see old man," her voice is smooth and friendly as she kept her distance and one eye on the guard dogs.

The cat had arrived just as the shadow was drifting-- no, he was resting his eyes and very much awake, thank you. Ahem. He was quite pleased to see the little creature, taking his time to pet the little companion and scratch gently behind her ears. It was a careful act of gentleness from the hulking beast, and he was rather enjoying himself. Really, Víðarr considered that he must get himself a cat sometime soon. They really were excellent company.

Not far behind the cat was her master, and the shadow's expression shifted to a broad grin. With great warmth in his tone and his gaze, he greeted the young woman. "Too long, unge," it's a soft, gentle teasing in his tone. Mischief, too, flickered somewhere behind his eyes. The shadow gestured her closer, willing both of his companions to relax. They settled to something that resembled relaxed. As relaxed as they ever were, these days, not that he blamed them.

"Have you been... how do you say, behaving out there?" The viking king settled a bit more in the shade, stretching his neck, feeling his joints ripple and crack beneath his great, dark pelt. At ease, relaxed, and more than happy to see the young woman once more.
"Viðarr"

translation notes:
Unge, used casually here, basically calling her kiddo