As luck would have it, the task of caring for a child was no longer his, as what he assumes to be the father comes rushing and fretting over the young wolf. He hears Wardruna call for him, as the pull gets stronger, moving quickly to his aunt's side.

It was odd, how his body seemed to be moving on it's own, the god's voice in his mind that he assumes to be within the others as well the way they moved in unison until the chanting. The voice again, as the runes glowed, the teenager moving forward to study the markings, to put his paw on the glowing symbols in reverence before Wardruna's voice reached him again. Ég er með þér (I'm with you) The seer rushed, away, toward his elder, nosing at her side briefly to reassure her that he was there as they made their escape. guðirnir eru reiðir við okkur (The gods are angry with us)