With a name like "Dancefloor of the Gods" how could Loki fail to explore it? It was a simple coincidence that he happened to be exploring it just as his own sister was. Well, coincidence and the fact that the hurricane wracking the rest of the continent didn't look like it would hit there at all.
The dark wolf had been sauntering along the land's single feature, a river with soft sand surrounding it. Basically, Loki was hanging out on the beach while the rest of the continent was battening down the hatches. He grinned to himself, quite pleased with his own self, when the wind shifted a little. He went alert, his relaxed demeanor changing suddenly to surprise and mistrust. Was that...?
He breathed in the scent carried to him on that breeze. Yes, it surely was. That familiar scent was that of his old pack, the pack of his father and his siblings. What was that scent doing in Alacritis, of all places? Surely Hati's pack scent would have faded by this time, as had his own.
The black god ghosted forward carefully, following that scent until he could see the figure sitting there. Immediately his face brightened before settling into sly, mischievous lines. That slim wolf with the mismatched eyes, that could surely be none other than his younger sister Weth. She must have gotten fed up with the company of their family and tracked him down.
A flick of his tail, and Loki strutted forward, neck arched and tail plumed out behind him like a banner. "Look at my sexy self and be awed" that stance declared - twinkling green eyes acknowledging the joke, for his sister would be the last person to be awed. He stared silently, arrogantly at Weth, though he nearly quivered with anticipation inside. Was this to be the reunion of the duo that had caused his father so much fury - though admittedly their father had rarely cared enough about his daughters to come down on her as hard as he did Loki - or had Weth changed too much in all the time out of his realm of influence?
"Speech"
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