Wolf RPG

Hati had spoken fondly of this place though she had never explicitly stated why she had not stayed with Ragnar and his young family. The truth was that she hadn't needed too. She had missed their mother too much, which was the rooting reason why Fenrir himself hadn't left the Cove, not even when Gyda had taken off to these Teekon Wilds, fled and haunted by a dream of Fenrir's brother. Of his death. Kenna was ..not well. Strong, of course, but she was elderly and month by month the great wolf had watched the light begin to diminish from his mother's eyes. A long talk had ensued and eventually it was Kenna herself that had encouraged him to leave. There were many questions left unanswered to him: mainly when his mother died what would Sigurd do? His father was still relatively young, only turning four this year; though Fenrir had long ago decided that Sigurd would seek another mate when Kenna was taken to Valhalla; and while there was nothing he could do about it and that it was more or less not his problem to argue with his father about he knew it was not his decision to make. He had to detach himself. Siguard's choices were his own and his fate was no longer tied to the Cove. 

Part of it was, he knew. Hati remained despite Kenna's adamant protests to stay with her until Odin and his valkyries came for her. 

Spring was upon these lands, a new hope; the promise of new life; and the ending of an old one. Death was to be celebrated despite the sorrow it filled his chest with and so, he tucked those thoughts away, instead turning his focus to roll hills that were a mixture of green and brown yet. Patches of dead grass still hung on in the aftermath of the winter that these Wilds had succumbed to. Fenrir's steps were leisurely, evenly paced as he attempted to learn the layout of this territory simply because it was what the scout was accustomed to doing. It wasn't claimable, not with the scent of a neighboring pack that appeared to be carried by the wind from the cascading rock formations from the mountains nearby. Fenrir was careful to avoid straying too close not particularly looking to cause any kind of strife today. He'd caused and dealt with more than his fair share up until his very recent departure from Odinn's Cove.