{j} perfectly reckless

@Majesty he's on Sea Lion Shore.

Keeping up with Kenna’s twins had been much more difficult than Sköll had originally perceived it to be; granted if he wouldn’t have opened his big, fat mouth and promised a near impossible feat to Kenna he wouldn’t have even been in this mess in the first place. It much too little, too late to change his mind now, however because he had lost them. They had been well behaved for the first week of their journey, had generally listened to Sköll and as soon as the Flokisson let his guard down they were gone. Sköll had even waited three days to see if either of them would return and yet they hadn’t and had been left to assume that they had snuck away to ditch him and continue on without their ‘babysitter’ because he was pushover. The only thing that Sköll had going for him was the fact that it was their eldest, half brother Ragnar that they sought. Everyone seemed to be deflecting under Váli’s poor rule in search of the once Jarl, even Floki had mentioned numerous times about going elsewhere. Elsewhere.

It was this horrific elsewhere that Sköll had gone, braved now knowing nothing of their culture or even, language. Ragnar had tried to teach them, their family the common tongue multiple times but Sköll, and his parents had only ever accomplished a few words. A few words that would either condemn him to death or hopefully save him. Sköll was as good a fighter as any Viking was, had to be to survive but he didn’t like fighting. He liked …peace. Healing, not killing. He had taken to his father’s trade with relative ease — with an ease he wished he could say he had picked up the common tongue.

There was a slim chance that he would get lucky and would stumble upon Ragnar’s pack; Sköll doubted his luck was that good after all he had managed to lose the twins in a matter of what was probably seconds. If Kenna ever found out she would tear out his lungs, which was why Kenna could never find out. Either the twins were already here and had beaten him or would find their way to these Elsewhere lands. Or…they would be killed by the Wilds. With a shake of his head he dispelled those thoughts. There was nothing he could do now except try to bumble and stagger his way with the piss poor common tongue words he knew into a pack and wait. Throwing his head back he let out a howl calling to the wolves that resided on the Isle — he could hear them and smell them even over the salty brine of the ocean that separated them from the mainland wondering how he could potentially scold the twins when he didn’t even know what he was doing.