Wind Off the Waves [Open]

"Good enough. I'm surprised to see you so far from home, hvolpur."

Éldi smirked and drew himself up as he gazed at Aesir, trying to show just how much he'd grown. He was hardly a 'pup' but Éldi wasn't going to delude himself to much. He wouldn't have been surprised in the least if Aesir continued to refer to him as such. "Oh? Did you really think I'd remain in the old lands and twiddle my paws? Not a chance. There's new worlds just waiting to be marked." His face suddenly contorted. "By our kind of battle I mean… not…" Askr let out a crowing laugh and the yearling shook his shoulders as the raven hopped down to the ground. The bird never could understand much about the way wolves went around marking territory.

Éldi shook off his embarrassment. In truth he'd just needed to get away. Being a bastard child, from a rival tribe no less, hadn't exactly done him any favors in terms of earning prestige though his mother was a formidable enough woman.

"What about you? You look like you've hit lean times, if you don't mind me saying,"

Éldi snorted. The jest about his weight had not gone unnoticed. He'd been a rather rolly, fluffy pup and it had taken him awhile to grow into his frame which, while still heavy, was now noticeably muscular. Finally rid of his baby fat he felt like a true warrior. "You mistake lean times for maturation. I assure you, my skill as a hunter has only grown and I rarely go hungry." His hunting ability was a source of pride for him. It was one of the few areas he felt he excelled at in comparison to his peers. Another roll of thunder peeled out over the ocean. "I'm no reader of storms but perhaps its time we Thor to his works, no? Perhaps you can tell me about your journey. See anything interesting along the way?"