What is home?

Sigmarr looked away from Sindri as she skittished around him.  Not that he could blame her.  He was a dam monster.  Sigmarr's gaze shifted to his paws, the guilt evident on his face and for a moment he couldn't speak.   How did he even begin to tell Kassander what had happened.  

"Hell…"  he stated plainly.  There was no other way to explain where he and Sindri had been.  Food.  Sigmarr was indeed hungry but he didn't quite feel that he really deserved anything right now, especially not before Sindri had been fed.  Sigmarr moved to rest on his belly, his head on his forelegs.  "Naw… just tired."