The large black wolf stalked through the swamplands. A snarl bared his fangs, a constant rumbling growl of anger vibrating his chest. His already foul mood was made worse with every sticky, muddy step through the sucking morass.
He refused to acknowledge even to himself that this situation was his own fault. He'd woken that morning hungry and already irritated, and had gone hunting to fill his belly and assuage the always-present fury, but the hunting had not gone well. Now he was even more hungry, and if he were to admit it, completely lost. He hadn't started out the day in a swamp, anyway, and yet here he was with no idea of how to get back out.
If his brother were here, no doubt Loki would be mocking him. The thought of his brother raised his snarl a few decibels, the rage twisting through his chest burning more fiercely, as it usually did whenever Loki was involved in any way.
Hati continued to make his way through the sullen landscape, growing more and more frustrated by the minute, baleful golden eyes throwing menacing glares around him in the hopes of finding something, anything, to take out some of his anger on...
"Speech"
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.