Through the rugged mountain terrain, a dark form made it's way over the pitfalls. Loki, the trickster, the name-child of a god, liar or traitor or lover, this black sheep boy was seeking solitude not because he was tired of people... he was just taking a quick step out of society to plot, as usual.
Despite the occasionally treacherous ground, Loki's sure-footed paws didn't falter, dancing lightly over the ground, around, under, over all the obstacles in his path, carrying him farther along the path between one civilized land and another.
Loki was in high spirits this day. Green eyes glittered brightly, the wolf brimming with amusement and mischief. He'd found Hati earlier and taunted his slightly-older littermate until the infuriated male had snapped, and attacked him. As usual, Loki had found it a simple enough thing to dodge his berseker attack and dance just out of reach as his dim-witted brother raged at him, before vanishing in the brush to make his way here.
Outwitting his brother was always a highlight.
"Speech"
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