Apparently his nemesis the cold had managed to plug up his ears too, because the miserable demon didn't even notice the approach of another wolf until a pair of brown paws landed in his vision. A snarl, fierce and startled, felt like sandpaper on his sore throat and he nearly lunged for the intruder's throat. If he had to be miserable the asshole who interrupted his misery was going to feel a million times worse.
But he'd gotten no further than erupting from beneath the bush that sheltered him before the familiar voice and scent and color all clicked in his head and he subsided. "Ska?i?" he rasped. She'd changed, grown up to sexual maturity in his absence so it wasn't any wonder that he with a stuffed up nose hadn't recognized her immediately just by scent. He shouldn't have been so shocked to find her here, not with Weth, Loki, Baldur, Thor, Nott, Freyja, and Akemi all running around too. But if he'd had to tag two siblings most likely to not take off as soon as they could possibly manage it it would have been Skoll and Skadi. They'd actually thrived in Hroovitnir's shadow. So what was she doing here?
"About time someone noticed," he grunted in response to her comment about his skull improving his looks. He damn well thought it looked cool, and now someone actually agreed with him. His hackles lowered, his instinctive brawler's stance relaxed slightly though he watched her with a surly caution. "What are you doing here?"
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Hati isn't nice. He swears, he is violent, and is more than a little insane. If you can't handle what might come of that don't thread with him.