Raven's Watch In his corpse lies the seat to his soul.

It didn't take long for one of his brothers to locate him, and Rökkvi rotated a dark lobe at the sound of approaching paws from behind. He paused in his stride to allow the pale brute venture closer while he looked over a peppered shoulder, his own expression calm and cool despite the inner joy he felt to look upon Stjörnuáti's face again.

Rökkvi had always been quietly envious of this elder sibling's solid bond with Solpallur, the one who he had shared a womb with, and recalled how jealousy had begun a natural rivalry between them in their youth. As they'd aged, however, that competition had dwindled, and while the ironborn would forever harbour some bitterness for the place of lesser value he'd found himself in, he had long learned where his loyalty lay.

The hringja had led him to follow Stjör and Sol all this way, had it not?

Golden eyes studied his brother silently, and shifted his weight to better scrutinise him. He didn't look overly pleased to see him, and Rökk had expected as much, but there was something off about his dull expression that suggested darker thoughts.

"What?" Rökkvi lifted his chin to tease, "no welcome party?"