Mar 3, 2015
{Wolfofasgard} "What is this, little one?" Fenrirsulfr frowned, wrinkling his nose as he came to sit at his sister's side and rest an arm around her. "Your followers spew such horrid poetry."
"It is disturbing indeed, brother, though I’m not sure I would term that one my follower." Hekate agreed with an incline of her head. "What more, I might say is disturbing, is your absence as of late. Anything I should know?" She raised a brow demanding, but snuggled in against him nonetheless.
Not that he needed to be told, but she had missed him rather fiercely.