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.