Blacktail Deer Plateau We don't talk about it

Never fear, Valtýr is here!

Lessons with Pura had been going well. The titan was a practical teacher and Val did his best to follow along so his mentor didn't need to repeat himself. So far they had toured the Plateau and investigated each landmark, gradually easing into the art of tracking prey and identifying their footprints and scat. The Sveijarn was a sharp learner, but he struggled to overcome his wan personality. Sometimes Pura's objective criticism was too harsh and caused the boy to shrink away, depressed. However, the juvenile's nature was pliable like a sapling... and he bounced back quickly, thirsty for more knowledge and the companionship the Virtue offered.

When Saena's howl loosed in the air -- an urgent summons -- Valtýr hesitated. He so badly wanted to join whatever quest she was on, but lacked the guts to spring into action. One moment went by. Then two. He became fidgety. What was there to lose? His hold out eventually broke, spirit convincing his unwilling body to crawl forth, slipping into a loping stride.

He arrived a few leagues away. Dante was already on the scene and so Valtýr approached, hunched, with quiet steps (or as quiet as he could muster). His bronze gaze ebbed between the two, oversized ears pitched to either side with a nervous smile crooked on his maw. Patiently, he waited for Saena's response and some direction on what to do.