Vidarr could not bear to go to the Winterscar now. He'd by some miracle recovered two different wolves from Winterscar, but he had not been there to help lift Genghis from the frozen depths of the lake. Vidarr did not think himself so special that by some means he would have been more capable than the brave wolves of Dawnbreak already had been. Vidarr just felt he'd failed them even further than he already did with the time that he'd taken to return home to them.

Euphemia's edict still weighed heavily on him, and until he was able to the silvery woman evidence that he'd done as she'd asked he didn't know that he could truly feel comfortable reclaiming his densite. From asking around he'd heard that Eira had a....thing with another male. Maybe by that point that he could take his den back their shadows wouldn't still be darkening his door. He had to hope that they were safe and that they were happy wherever they ended up. If he wasn't perhaps approaching it so naively himself, he might have struggled even more. He couldn't risk thinking of his own sister, lost to the frigid depths that he'd pulled her from. He couldn't.

Vidarr snorted, night blooming around him as he slowly ambled towards the edge of the river. The sounds of the tumble she took was what drew his attention and he let out a sharp bark, doubling down on his efforts to make his way down the slope, mindful of the tightness in his shoulder where it had been scarred in the wildfires. He wasn't close enough to see her clearly, his eyes mostly on his feet to make sure he didn't trip and join her going ass over tea-kettle.