Fenris when asked would say he liked to think his family, those not among the clans here - those they'd left behind after presuming that death would be final in all meaning of the word - was happy.

he missed them like a tangible wound, they had always been a band of four - the four children of lucifer, the four harbingers so to speak - war, death, famine and conquest - wherever they went heralded both fortune and omen, they were insperable

and they'd always thought they would be,

he smiled thinly at the thought - no, wherever they were now, there would only be three, he and his father now long beyond their reach it seemed - he hoped they didn't burn themselves out seraching for a way to get them, they desrved to live their lives after,

after everything.

fenris' ears pricked forwards, the sounds of flipping pages catching his attention away from his wandering thoughts - lifting his head up the tall beast picked up his pace slightly, claws clicking along floor as his tail snaked out and idly trailed behind him.

rounding into the area, silver blue eyes caught a familiar small frame - ah Freyja, Nayru's sister - he wondered over with a slight hum to signal his approach "hello Freyja" the war god rumbled idly eyeing the book she read but couldn't see which it was with the cover obscured.

he tilted his head to the side as Vigener joined them, nodding to the chaser as he shifted to flop down gracefully on the floor, claws crossing over each other as he eyed the book Freyja spoke of and hummed "you could read us one if you like? Or well, summarise your favourite? I might've come across one in that book before" when one lived as long as he did, you did tend to start knowing things across multiple timelines and realms, hm.