It was a blur between everyone moving and talking, and it made for a perfect opportunity for the two wolves to walk away. Vidarr used his bulk to block the view both for Euphemia and the rest of Dawnbreak. An ear flicked when she spoke, but she seemed so dismissive of making a choice. Passive to what he did, what he thought and what might be the best option. Vidarr had spent years leading after he could recognize in others when the weight of the world was threatening to crush someone. He let out a soft sigh but nodded. Let's go. He said it quietly, taking her further away from everyone.

Vidarr's goal was to take them at least far enough away that they didn't hear everyone's accolades for Nottin - which were earned, no fault to him at all! - while she was starting to crumble. You know, He began, his voice low - rather than his booming presence he wanted to be subdued for her. This was a time to shelter, not a time to overwhelm. Long ago I followed my father, desperate to learn how to lead from his example. Knowing that once he was gone, I would be the one others looked to - the one they expected to protect them and guide them. He was blessed to have had as long with his father as he did, which only made it harder. In Kaldrvegr, I was fortunate to know it was my responsibility to take my father's role. I knew that since I was young, and I had time to prepare and to grow. He was gentle as he reached out to gently guide her head up with his snout.

Ljós (Light) you have so much to give to Dawnbreak, and you were brave today. Your parents would be proud of that, of who you are becoming. They were admittedly adults, and yet he still saw them as those gangly yearlings sometimes. It wasn't bad necessarily, because it was a specific sort of privilege in seeing who they were and see who they were becoming.