The storm hit quickly and heavily but Wardruna was already high along the rise by the time the rains poured down on her, by the time the winds threatened to toss her from the rocky slopes. She would seek shelter where she knew she might quickly find it and so made her way to the shrine of her father, a remembrance of his legacy here and his rise to godlihood in the afterlife.

Swiftly she turned alone the ledges and up, some few bounds away from the mouth of the cavern until a vision stopped her short - a ghost of her more recent past. Vitus…? But he wasn't any ghost. He was flesh and bone and fur and his scent was the same and very much real and alive.

Your back… She is breathless and filled with uncertainty, confusion and happiness all the same. Blinking the heavy rainfall from her eyes, she moves into his direction, sniffing, reaching for him. The gods have returned you to us. Are you- are you okay? She rather doubted he cared for many inside his immediate bubble but she came into it either way, lifting a foreleg to wrap it around his nape and try to pull him close as she sat in front of him to give the full embrace. We've missed you. His words, his religious guidance, his wisdom in spite of his youthfulness.