| Vidar Bǫlverkr Skógr |
Cisgender Male (He/Him) | 15 Years Old | Midnight Pack | Beta | Location: Midnight Pack-Sungods Border | Mentions: Tula, Daisy, Ezra

The brute's patience had finally been worn out. Originally, his amber eyes burned into Ezra's multicolored ones before they gradually turned to face Daisy. His head followed after, slowly, in a daunting manner. There was disbelief in his eyes, more so of the stupidity of this wolf rather than her utter disrespect to him. "You must be hard of hearing." His voice had grown louder from the anger that was beginning to fill him. "I said the Midnight Pack is not struggling by any means." Vidar wouldn't let the disrespect just slide. No, not when she seemed to have selective hearing, being so delusional to the point where she only heard what she wanted. His head turned back to the Beta, a look of sheer rage on his face before he turned to the pathetic, injured she-wolf who had let out a whimper. Adrenaline was coursing through him, he felt his body beginning to boil, his blood growing hot underneath his flesh. Vidar had faced worst odds. A 1v3, he wasn't positive of. However, the white wolf was injured. As long as he kept pushing her to the ground, she'd struggle to remain on her feet. An easy task for such a colossal figure of his. The Midnight Pack Beta turned back to Ezra. There was tension in the air now that the loud she-wolf had spoken. Ezra didn't have to speak for Vidar to tell that he too had grown aggravated by her words. Now, it was all up to him. What would Vidar do?

Letting out a low growl that grew even louder as the seconds passed by, he looked past the she-wolf that had stepped up, not even taking note of her despite her close presence to him. His eyes remained on the Sungods Beta. "Just remember," The ominous words followed right after. "You did this." As fast as a blink of the eyes, Vidar's massive jaws had quickly opened and shut at the top of the female wolf's muzzle. That was her first mistake, getting closer to him, assuming that he wouldn't do anything with the presence of two other wolves. He tugged her head down, so he was looming more over her. Her position meant she couldn't use her teeth for anything foolish. Growls escaped him and his typical half-lidded stare flew open, eyes wide and intense. Her whole muzzle wasn't in his mouth, only the top was. She could still smell, her nose was free. She could still speak, her lower jaw was free too. However, any slight struggle she made, his teeth only buried deeper. If she tried to break free, Vidar's teeth would only bury deeper. While the Sungods wolves may register it as an attack, in Vidar's foreign eyes, it was meant to be a sign of dominance. It was the way those of higher ranking punished those of lower ranking for speaking out of turn. He would show this loud canid her place, even if it meant a little pain. The truth was that in no way was this meant to hurt, back home, only the tips of teeth were sunk into the top of the muzzle. Vidar however? Well, truth be told, he was trying to hurt the overly confident female. So, his teeth were latched on a little deeper than needed.

Although he didn't raise his head, his eyes left the female in his grip and went to the other two Sungods wolves. Almost as if daring them to attack. If they drew any closer without negotiation, he would be sure to leave a kind reminder of his power, scarring the overly loud canid in his grip. It was almost a challenge. A punishment for the wolf in his grip and a challenge to Ezra. He wanted to know what the almighty Sungods Beta would do, what conclusions he'd jump to. Would he merely see the world in black and white and attack him? Or would he see the negotiation chances? Would he be able to control the injured she-wolf from attacking or would she ignore orders? It was curiosity, one of which he didn't get very often, but it had quickly grown to hunger. A desire to see what all the fuss was about with the Sungods Beta. Truth was Vidar saw potential, he merely wondered if he was simply imagining it or if Ezra truly did have it somewhere in him.

| Vidar Bǫlverkr Skógr |
Cisgender Male (He/Him) | 15 Years Old | Midnight Pack | Beta | Location: Midnight Pack-Sungods Border | Mentions: Tula, Daisy, Ezra

Vidar watched as the Beta ran towards him. The curious hunger in him immediately left his body, replaced by sheer disappointment. Wrong choice. He thought to himself, burying his teeth deeper into the she-wolf's snout. Pain exploded from the top of his body, especially around the neck area where Ezra's teeth had found a grip. There was an aching at his back as well. He had almost forgotten about it. Almost. Vidar let out a low growl of pain, muffled by Daisy's muzzle in his mouth. Following his natural instinct, he began shaking his head harshly, attempting to rip himself of Ezra's grip. However, the movement only caused the she-wolf in his grip more pain. Vidar couldn't help but feel bad for her but now she was suffering the consequences. The consequences of not knowing her place and of having such a foolish Beta. New pain exploded from underneath him. His stomach and muzzle were being clawed. Vidar thanked the Gods that canines were born with naturally dull claws due to not being able to retract them, unlike felines. It was still a pain, one that caused him to loosen his grip, but it was a manageable pain nonetheless. However, Vidar was ready to end this fight. His jaws began to close in closer, ready to break the bone before his ears perked up at the other wolf's exclamation.

Wide amber eyes raised upwards to land on the fully white she-wolf. The flames in the back of his head told him to finish the job, to break the other wolf's bone. However, he didn't. There it was. The words that he was hoping to here from Ezra emerged from a completely different wolf. One that he hadn't expected at all. The injured one. Oh, how interesting the world was. Still, there was burning rage consuming him, a throbbing that ordered him to once again, finish what he started. He wasn't the merciful kind, never had been. However, Vidar had gotten what he wanted to hear, even if it was from the incorrect wolf. So, reluctantly, he let his grip on the she-wolf go. "It seems that Apollo made a mistake." Vidar would state, blood oozing from his lips. "You were definitely more suited for the role of Beta." As soon as he spoke that , suddenly a loud weight crashed on his back. The colossal brute immediately let out a gasp of pain and his eyes shot wide. The aching on his back had gotten so much worst with the newfound weight prodding at it. There was pain from the back of his neck but it didn't amount to much compared to his back pain. Growling angrily, he turned his head to the side. Taking a deep breath in, he extended his neck to the side, as far back as he could, jaws open wide. They caught contact with one of Ezra's legs. The large male immediately pulled, knocking the other male off balance. Ezra was dangling from Vidar's left side, still hung onto his scruff.

Vidar wasted no time in using his heavy weight to his advantage. He let himself fall on his left side, suffocating the male. Angry scorching hues looked down at him, wide open. "Let go and I won't let you suffocate, Ezra." The other Beta's name came out with a layer of venom.