(J) salt in your blood

Sköll understood that it was probably the point in which he howled for someone but it was as if the mysterious leg entranced him and he just stared, uselessly, his attempts at rousing it working but in a very slow pace. In what was a moment of bewilderment a crow joined in on the party, different than a raven (though Sköll had nearly had a minor heart attack thinking that Odinn had sent Huginn or Muninn to communicate something). At it’s loud squawk that made the Tiny Viking wince and take a few steps back Majesty came bursting onto the scene and for the tiniest of moments Sköll’s attention went to his leader. He submitted though it was a rather wasted attempt as the earthen colored male more or less ignored the Tiny Viking’s presence in that moment. Though the Tiny Viking could not place why — surely the wolf who was covered in sand and presently hacking up water was of more importance — but he felt irritation that not even a brief glimpse could have been spared for a creature that was apart of his pack while the wolf under the sand wasn’t.

Nearly as soon as he felt it, guilt came slamming into him like a punching bag.

Silently (not that he could effectively communicate with Majesty anyway) Sköll stood there wondering if he shouldn’t leave since he was, more or less rendered useless.