Sköll hummed in reply as Titan voiced that he was pleased that the other prince had remembered him. Quite frankly, Titan's face was one he would probably remember for as long as he could remember; the first impression of the other boy had been a startling one. If Sköll had not taken good note that the Thorben did not have the characteristic "Archer" muzzle marking, he might have truly thought that the Old Gods were taking him as a fool. With such dark mousy hues for a downy coat of fur, the two could have been mirror images of one another, and Elettra's second-born was upset to realize that he might not have been unique in that sense.

As Titan continued, he did so lightly before outright stating that his companion had been incorrect in his memory of their first meeting. While Sköll had wanted his mouse, Titan had wanted to play, which was something the Archer particularly loathed. "To play" meant getting shoved to one side too hard by his brother Asriel and getting head-butted harshly in all the sensitive parts of his side and neck; "to play" meant @Morganna usually ending up howling for their mother at the top of her lungs; "to play" meant seeking out his mother's old Advisor, Skana, and spending the hours quietly with her and an exchange of chirp-like barks in conversation (nowadays, to think back to the days of innocence brought the prince to a sense of longing that swallowed the flame within him whole; it was something he usually avoided at all cost. As much as he loved the older woman, his Nonna, missing her brought out a side of him that he preferred to keep to himself in the dead of night when there was no one else around.).

The prince was brought back to the present as he eyed Titan's wagging tail. He tried to give the kind of smile that relayed a rare hint of benevolence that was not typically associated with his yearling-self, but then, something clicked and out tumbled something Sköll had long forgotten and never truly followed through with. While he had known that his brother Asriel had been rather taken with Malia Thorben, he had never actually learned what had happened to her. By the hushed tone of the Thorben's voice, the white-lipped prince could only assume the worse (in his mind, however, he had come to a conclusion that perhaps she and Asriel had eloped, and it only made the second-born hate his brother even more so...).

"You can follow me then," he offered warmly with a brief tilt of his head and a wag of his own plume-like tail. "Come on, there should be something good to bring back to the pack." And with that, he slowly began to move through the fog, just leisurely enough so that his newfound 'buddy' could keep up.