Already he wanted for more.
It was a churning in the pit of his stomach, a constant cycling of his mind, round and round chasing the same thoughts that could not be shaken. It had been seeded the day he'd won his rank, and now rooted itself throughout every center of his brain, refusing to wither. It had taken this long to come to terms with it, and even now, as he chased after his co-leader's trail, Sven wasn't entirely sure of himself.
Did he truly want this for the reasons he told himself, or was he trying to fill a bottomless hole, one that echoed back at him that no matter how much he dropped within it he would always be Skoll's shadow? It was a concerning thought, not just for its many implications but because it meant he was only racing closer to the possibility that it was, indeed, true.
He hadn't always been this way, he remembered his aunt telling him. It had started with wolves disappearing, and the fires had come with Sven's own birth. Maybe there was some prophecy they'd never bothered to tell him, maybe he walking right into his worst nightmare.
But god, if he wasn't, this would be the proof. He craved it like nothing else.
"Enoki," he called out as he finally caught sight of her, white patches standing out in the growing dark. She was by now clearly pregnant, her scent stinging his nostrils as Morganna and Hecate's had the year previous.
"I need to talk to you."