thunder gods returning

Hattori was not expecting to see the Viking again so soon. And though he was not exactly a people person even at the best of times, he sensed that things had worked out favourably for the dark wolf. He heard it in the tone of his howl, low and deep, like billowing northern winds. A sound that by its very nature did not belong here, did not fit in with the climate and feeling of this place. Vðarr was an outsider, but not entirely unwelcome.

Hattori emerged from the bamboo thicket, gaze silver and sharp, wanting to know more sooner rather than later. Silence settled for a moment, neither men could hardly be called talkative at the best of times. From what Hattori saw the man had no injuries to speak of, none that weren't bruises hidden beneath fur at least. But he truly did seem out of place here, somewhat out of sorts, clearly uncomfortable in this weather.

"Víðarr. "