The crooning sound of her father's voice was what stirred Helena from her slumber. She recognized the sound, of course - which of her siblings wouldn't recognize their father? Perhaps Aksel, and Hel was distantly worried about her slumbering, ill brother. But only a little, as her small mind could not even begin to wrap itself around the concepts of mortality. And even if she had been able to, she wouldn't have tried, not with her father right outside their den.
Hel was one of the first pups to leap onto her paws when Loki called out, "C'mon, c'mon, less goooooo!" Hel yipped out, her voice high and reedy as she leaped over her siblings and raced towards the fourth wall of their den. This wall was the most mysterious of walls; it was made of light, rather than darkness, and the older wolves could pass through it. She'd tried that same with the other walls a few times, but it had never worked for her. But Hel was confident that now it would. Now that her father was out there, she would be able to reach him!
Moving as fast as she could (which admittedly wasn't too quickly), Hel bolted towards her father, coming to a stop only when she had nearly collided with his front paws. "Daddeh!"