She had gone as quickly as she had come. Though nightfall darkened the light of the sun, she did not slow in her movement. A quietness fell over her as she followed scents on the air now, unlike the last time she sought out her brother. Where before she was lead by her dreams of a raven, today she forged her own path. She paused, tasted the air, and moved forward. Cautiously she approached the strength that was Ragnar's scent. Surely his borders were here, then? She peeked over the rise and took in the view of the ocean. It had been long since she tasted the sea.

The moon was rising steadily and she watched it with hungry eyes. Hati had not been deprived of stories when she was learning the of the worlds, and knew well the one of her namesake. She had been named for the great wolf who chased the moon, hoping to one day devour it; and now, as she looked at the crescent glow in the sky, she understood. She left to explore more of her dreams, but that was not where her duty belonged. She was not a seer, after all. The chilling silence that gripped the night was her only company for now as she waited for her brother to greet her. It was not his pack she had joined last, but the strength of his scent here with the others was promising. Hati had always questioned his willingness to follow rather than to lead.

As she waited for her brother's patrol, she lost herself within the sea. Her eyes followed the waves back and forth before scouring the shoreline, wondering what treasures lay buried in the sands. Hati took pleasure in the most simple things, even shells; but for Ragnar, treasure was held at a higher standard than shells. The more she explored the beaches from afar, the more excited she was to finally get to know the part of her family she had not yet had a chance to meet. Perhaps now she could apologize to Sköll if he was still here, but was not worried if he wasn't. Forgiveness wasn't completely unknown to them.

Her ear pulled and she followed, suddenly awake from her ocean dreams. Ragnar had materialized while she was distracted and she patted her tail softly against the ground to greet him. She took a small step forward and ducked her head, touching her nose to the bottom of his chin before pulling back. "Ragnar," she said with a smile, glancing back toward the sea for a moment. "A hidden gem," she breathed, regarding the cove. She turned back to him and offered an apologetic smile. "There was much to see," she started with a soft chuckle, "but I am ready to join you." This place was not like their home. There were many things to see, new things, and new people. She dare not approach boundaries she could smell, but she did observe. Traveling alone, however, was not something she quite preferred to do, especially after losing her companion, Sköll.

Shaking her thoughts away, she curiously eyed her brother for a moment before a sly smile crept onto her face. She sniffed toward him gently and cocked her head. "You have little ones?" she asked, excitement dancing on her tongue. She herself was barely a yearling, but through Sköll she learned great patience and the importance of young. They were vital and Sköll's teachings had not gone unnoticed, however subtle some may have been.

When he mentioned Kenna, Hati smiled sadly. She was close to their mother, and was probably why she took an attachment to Sköll as well. Though she knew little about what it meant to fancy someone when she was living in the Cove, she did know her mother was popular. She never thought about it, and probably never would; not like that, at least. When Ragnar spoke of Odinn, her features lifted into a smile. She had not known of Pump's death but was not affected, as she did not really know the woman from her brief time in the pack that was not Ragnar's. "Wheeling Gull Isle?" she questioned, but as Ragnar moved on, she assumed it was no longer important.

Welcome home, Hati, he had said. The way he said it warmed her and she smirked back at him. "It is good to be home," she cooed, watching as his eyes caught hold of her. Was he hesitating? Was there bad news? But what he said next did not entirely surprise her. "I see," she commented, turning her head toward the sea. "I wish to see him again, to thank him. He was not angry, I hope," she teased, knowing it wasn't like that. She chuckled softly before turning back to Ragnar.

"Two sons," she said proudly, knowing that somewhere within the conquering heart of her brother he secretly favored sons. She raised a brow as he mentioned Junior and the strange predicament they seemed to be in with the child, but she didn't question it as he went on to say it was a long story. When he spoke of Nerian though, her brow raised higher. "Oh?" she asked, interest piqued. She knew it was not uncommon for men of their culture to take more than one wife, her own mother explained this to her, but she had never thought much on the matter. Nerian knew much of their culture, but she wasn't sure how much Ragnar's first wife understood.

"What of your first wife? I don't believe I've heard much of her," she mumbled, implying her true question. Did his first wife accept this? Hati had learned that, outside of their culture, it was taboo and wrong to take more than one wife. Though she was but a yearling, Hati began to think more on it than she ever had: would she like it if she had to share a husband? Her own gaze dropped as she thought on this.