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

There was something soothing of the sight of the Midnight Pack medic. One that relaxed Vidar, despite the injuries he had caused and endured. Perhaps, it was the pitch of her voice. Smooth and pleasant to the ears, clear as crystal. It was a comforting thing. He held his breath a bit as he locked eyes with Selene's rare blue hues. Truly, she was somewhat of a daunting figure. Not in the battle sense, for Selene was trained in the ways of healing rather than the harshness of a warrior's. It was her natural beauty that had Vidar's amber hues pull away from her own, refusing to lock them once again. "An altercation. One of which, I admittedly, caused." The black brute would state, brow furrowing at the thought. He'd raise his hues once more, they'd land on Bloodborne. A part of him wished for her to remain, for his nerves were beginning to get the better of him. However, the pain in his injuries were enough of a distraction. His attention had returned back to the initial pain and it was no longer as difficult to look Selene in the face. "The Sungods Alpha got my neck," Vidar would begin, craning his neck to the side so the healer could see. "It didn't feel too deep but it's beginning to throb a bit. I don't want it to get infected." His neck injury was his main concern at the moment. It was beginning to grow hot in temperature and Vidar was resisting the urge to scratch amongst the edges of the bite caused from the Sungods Alpha. Conveniently, his back began to ache and that's when Vidar would bite his tongue once again, merely out of habit. His eyes widened slightly. He had forgotten all about his original back pain. Should he admit it to the Midnight Healer?

His amber hues would raise to meet her's. They hardened ever so slightly and he looked away to look at a tree, who's leaves were flowing in the wind, some falling off due to the breeze. No, that's not necessary. I'm probably just sore from training. That wasn't true, Vidar hadn't trained in a couple of days. Whatever the ache in his back was likely serious, something he couldn't take at the moment. The colossal Beta had to worry about different things, ponder about war, and begin to form battle strategies. He'd have to train the Midnight Pack himself, push them beyond their comfort zones. As he put weight on his paw, his ears immediately pinned back. Vidar lifted his limb up, looking at the bite at his front right leg caused by the white she-wolf with amber hues of her own. "This too." The black wolf would mumble, eyes pasted on the injury. "It doesn't look bad but it sort of hurts when I put pressure on it."