Heimdållr

"Come on! The trails led here, Sigurd and Ragnar have to be somewhere around here..." Heimdall's voice trailed off as he sighed, looking up towards the moon that was slowly creeping above the horizon. The alpha turned around, gazing at the bushes before turning back the way he came. Jötunheimr was waiting at the den as well as their pups... he should rest anyway. Jötunheimr would want him to. With a shake of his heavy coat, Heimdall's paws were soon pounding at the ground as he headed back towards camp, a steady rhythm beating the ground before he slowed to a trot. The moon was climbing steadily, almost a quarter of the way into the night sky when he reached Jötunheimr and his den, curling beside his mate with a heavy sigh. "You'll find them Heimdall. Just be patient." The low, sleepy grumble of Jötunheimr's voice reached his ears and Heimdall nodded, choosing to follow Jötunheimr into sleep instead of responding verbally.