knock knock?

Viðarr is composed by the time he makes it to the Maze. There are so many thoughts in his head, a war raging between his ears, but his intentions are clear. There are things he needs to say to Hattori. He would not be leaving without Tenshi, and he wasn't much of a diplomat. Still, the shadow recognizes that there are relationships he should not damage. Somehow, he's ended up in the koi orbit a bit more than he'd typically seek out.

The shadow isn't so dense, so proud as to forego an apology as well. Two bottles of honey mead in his possession-- a peace offering. One for Hattori, one for Sedna. Viðarr wouldn't show up for such a conversation empty handed, after all. Drawing to the edge of the maze, the shadow tips back his head and lets go a call for the alpha. It's a deeply haunting sound, neutrality firmly in its grasp. Around him, the afternoon sun struggled to bite through the clouds that seemed to be ever-present down here. Viðarr is an immense, soggy figure waiting patiently at the borders.

"Viðarr"