After his relatively... explosive curse of himself, he had waited patiently - for what, he had no idea - in relative silence. Perhaps he simply enjoyed that moment of peace while it lasted, knowing full well he would be dragged to the very depths of Hel's lair soon enough. The longer he waited, it seemed, the more the pull began, tightening around his chest in an effort to lead him right to her. Of course, he refused to acknowledge it, burying the feeling as deep down within himself as he could. She was a dark creature. She was the type of creature he had been raised to actively avoid - surely his family thought him cursed. No, surely he was cursed. Valkyrie was a woman that made sense to him - they were of the same blood, old and Northern. She was intelligent, strong, all the things a woman of his blood should and yet the fates had attempted to push him away from her. No, he growled within his mind, his lip twitching in agitation. No, he would find her and he would prove that fate was wrong.

As he turned to once more begin his journey, he was stopped dead in his tracks by what seemed to be a ghost. How could she appear just as he was thinking of her? Even when she spoke, the words seemed eerie, like he had been waiting to hear them for far too long. He had nearly forgotten her voice - he despised himself for such a thing and yet, he found himself breathing out a sigh of relief, of joy. Ghost or not, he was glad - so glad - to see her beauty grace the earth once more.

"Jeg har kommet tilbake."

I have come back. His voice was quiet as he tentatively approached, holding his breath in fear of blowing her away like smoke or mist. He watched her, the movement of her fur and the sway of her body - he watched her eyes, her mouth, her ears. All of her was taken in at once and he reveled in it. Valkyrie was safe, familiar, a comfort in a world so strange and unlike his own. No, he couldn't leave again, not while she still remained in Moladion. Curse him all you'd like Fate, but he would remain steadfast for her.

"Visst er du et spøkelse?"

Surely you are a ghost. Slowly he extended his muzzle out, finally taking a breath of a scent so familiar and yet, he frowned, suddenly afraid that perhaps he was right. Perhaps Fate had cursed him so greatly that she had sent a wraith to mock him - had Hel found her? Had she taken her from him? Now, he stood close enough, his muzzle finding her ear though never once did he touch her. No, he would never be so close to her without her permission.