Traveling with Vidarr was easy. Being with Vidarr was even easier. He was the shadow of her mountain. Though dark, he was comforting. With all of his flaws, it only made her love him more. She was settling into this life, to this adventure, to the excitement of what tomorrow brought. Stagnant she had been within the bamboo. It had not been Hattori's fault. He was content within the bamboo, but she missed her mountains. The allure, the mystery, the cold. Thin, dry air that made your chest seize with every breath. Frost that lined each whisker and caused your lips to crack. Tenshi could not wait to go home. Yet... She would enjoy the days that led up to Vidarr claiming his rightful place. The mountain woman believed in him, in his ideals, in his everything. Though they are from two different cultures, their minds are intertwined and their hearts are two halves of one whole. Tenshi is not blind nor ignorant to the chaos that may come one day. She understands and honestly, she welcomes it. She is growing old and wants to feel alive. If that means fighting off females that beg for his attention or casting away spies that slink into their homes, she will do it. War is no question when you are beside your soul mate. So she continues to enjoy her time during their travels. Before they meet up with the others. Before everything begins to really come together. She wants alone time with him because she knows it will be the last time they ever truly have that. Unfortunately, it is interrupted just as she breaks through the brush and lays her gaze upon the slow-moving river. This time of the year, the water is low and safe to pass through, bathe in, to play in. Tenshi was looking forward to having an afternoon of relaxing with Vidarr until the scent of a feline causes her nose to wrinkle. Not far up the river, the jaguar drinks, not expecting two massive dire wolves to approach. "Not the fun I had in mind, but it will be a good appetizer," she flashes him a toothy grin before cutting him off to rub her shoulder across his chest. In the next moment, as the tip of her tail is flicking in the direction of his snout, Tenshi is rushing forward. Her paws hit the ground in near silence as she readies for impact. If she is not quick to get the jump on the cat, she will be in for some trouble. Careening into the air, she aims to grab on to the cat's shoulder rather recklessly.

Home was wherever Víðarr could be by her side. He was sure of that, but there was also... well, there was also the mountains. He needed to settle down, he needed a home base. The viking was ready to settle into pack life, ready to rule. Víðarr would rule the world with Tenshi by his side, he's certain of it. The gods had smiled upon them, and he knew that would only continue. Gaining momentum, gathering speed and turning himself into a center of gravity within Boreas... he would.

Things would heat up soon, but now? It's the calm before the storm. They are alone, alone together. Víðarr is grateful for the peace, for the quiet. They understood each other. Companionable quiet spreads between the two, and they can enjoy the low water in the river. They can enjoy each other, near the river. That plan would be on hold for the time being. The presence of the jaguar doesn't go unnoticed. Tenshi's proximity, the look on her face, it's intoxicating. Her shoulder to his chest, his muzzle dragging across her in the same breath. Víðarr is possessive.

Her words bring a low, brassy chuckle to his chest. His lip twitched, reaching out to nip playfully at her tail. She rushed towards the predator, and Víðarr is close on her heels. His head tossed, and he lunged for the cat's heel. It's a savage grab, the snap of his jaws, a snarl that rips from his throat. All at once, the berserker comes to life. Bloodlust. Bloodlust is beautiful.

In these moments where they are alone, Tenshi is free. Free to be aggressive, ruthless, and brutal. She cares not for the big cat's life in these moments. Instead, she only cares that its blood coats her fur. Coats Vidarr's fur. That its life will diminish and she can watch its soul lift to the heavens. While her typical nature is to be calm, serene, motherly, and a rock to all the chaos, she too needs moments of recklessness and wildness. To let out her strong side to show that is also capable. As she sails through the air, the cat's attention is drawn up from the water. Its eyes widen in surprise as her paws grab onto it and her teeth sink into its shoulder. Not long after, she can feel Vidarr grab onto its heel. Surprise the cat indeed. The cat lets out an angry and pained yowl as it twists and writhes beneath their bulk. Unfortunately for the cat, it will not get away today. Tenshi tears through its skin, muscle, and tendons, rendering the cat unable to walk. Even as sharp claws strike at her neck and face, she cares not to relent. Instead, she pushes down on the cat with all her weight and strength until it is firmly pinned and nearly drowning in the shallows.

Here's the thing about ruthlessness like theirs-- it's sacred. It's holy. Everything about it, from tip to tail, is beautiful. Beautiful, violent, deadly. They are perfectly in tune with each other, and perfectly in tune with the weft and weave of the fates. It's beautiful, and it's terrible. Both of those things can be true. Both of those things are true, as his coat is covered in gore. This is exactly how he's meant to be seen, be viewed, in the eyes of the gods.

Víðarr shifts his weight, sundering his way upon the cat's hindquarters. He holds on, barely needing to put a real effort in. The predator was smaller than he, though it flailed and tried to wriggle away, it's outmatched. Far outmatched, by the pair that held it. Víðarr is relaxed enough, watching as Tenshi takes control of the creature, half forcing it beneath the water. There would never come a day when he wasn't in awe of her, heart warm in his chest as he watches the woman work. Oh how he loves her.

As much fun as drowning the cat sounds, Tenshi is not that heartless. She enjoys bloodshed, yes. But watching the predator wrestle beneath her, fighting for its last breath as it sucks in water? It was toeing the line for her. So as she watched it struggle, claws scraping at her forelegs, teeth snapping up toward her face, water splashing up all around her, Tenshi decided that it no longer needed to suffer. Seeing from the corner of her eye that Vidarr has grabbed onto its hindquarters, she isn't worried that the cat will go anywhere if she releases some pressure. Leaning back slightly with one paw still expertly placed upon the cat's shoulder, she lifts up and readies herself. One glance toward Vidarr, she smiles briefly. "I am ready to get on with our date," she jokes before swiftly bringing down her paw to stomp on the cat's windpipe. A dying call releases from the cat's throat before it gurgles to a stop and its eyes go blank. Tenshi steps back and off of the leopard, giving her coat a shake with water and blood droplets flying all about. "Have you ever tried cat before?" The woman asks, a slight sparkle in her eyes as she moves to stand beside Vidarr once more.