Who: Hati, OPEN What: Attempting to stave off cabin fever Where: The streets of New York. Pick one. >.> When: Monday night
They're out of cigarettes. Hati would usually send his brother to get more, but Sköll has been taking care of everything since their arrival so far. That and it's past sunset; not only is the younger wolf cranky when it's dark, but Hati is antsy. He hasn't been outside in days. Nights. Whichever.
As soon as he is, he remembers why. The air is foul here. Instinctively his gaze wanders up to the sky. Almost full. He knew it had to be something.
"[[Ah, Máni. You do not look so well from here. Were it not my duty, I might think you weren't worth my time.]]" It's a lie, of course. The moon is far more than simply a duty to Hati. It's a reason, a reason he needs a reminder of right now. Sköll had scouted well - he always does - and they weren't sure what to make of what he'd found out. Wars among gods that were not their own, the presence of some of their own (Odin, of course), new gods taking up power. None of them would be trusted, even those they might call family.
For once, the moon does little to ease his concerns and Hati falls back on the next best thing. He howls.
In this time and place, he can't say he expects anyone to answer.