Nostrils quivered madly as he followed the sweet perfume that led him effortlessly toward Valhalla, his mind set on one thing- finding Twig. He hadn't spoken to her in a week or so, and he had made some big changes in his life since their last meeting, some of them he felt she needed to know. Surprisingly she was right outside where he had been initially headed, which was pretty convenient and ironic. He would emerge from the forestry to find a small stream that seemed to lead to the actual lake, and so he would begin to follow it. Within a few minutes of traveling her scent would grow stronger, and indication that she was very close. Finally her form would come into view, and Themisto would sprint forward, a smile quirking his cracked lips.
"Twig!" He would shout, announcing his presence to the both of them. He did not know the female who was with her, but she seemed to be harmless, so Themisto would stay calm. He would reach them within a few lengthy strides, coming to a dignified halt beside them. He could sense tension in the air, and it would cause his audits to fall backward. His gaze would wearily fall upon Twig as he waited for a response, expecting a greeting and an explanation for being with this stranger. He would remain silent, a feeble smile creasing the corners of his lips as multiple questions flooded into his mind.
