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Ottir was feeling pretty accomplished, having visited all of his siblings in one foul swoop. Draugr, Rorik, and finally Kattakyn. He loved his sister; she reminded him of their mother quite often. Though she was a Reaver, she fought with a grace that was quite becoming. She was not a small lioness, but she was quick and deadly - precise when she needed to be. She was fearless and bold, and Ottir respected his sister for that.

It was only fitting that she'd taken up residence in the den that had once been their parents, and Ottir was a little moved by it.

"Katta, are you home?"

"Ottir?"

Truth be told, Katta was shocked that he'd not come by sooner. Ottir was the worrier of the group, constantly checking in on the rest of them, even Draugr. He was the epitome of older brother, and Katta enjoyed the company of all of her brothers - except when they were being stifling, which was something that Ottir had been guilty of on many occasions.

"Come in, brother."

Katta waited patiently for her brother to make his way into the spacious den, and when she caught sight of him she grinned broadly.

"I'm surprised it's taken you this long, mother hen."

"I've heard that more times today than I would like to admit," Ottir chuckled ruefully, shaking his head as he moved forward to nuzzle his sister's cheek in greeting. He'd accepted that he was the worry-wart of the four of them, and he took it in stride. It did not bother him to be thought of as the worrier. Someone had to be, as his siblings sometimes had little sense of self preservation.

"It is good to see you. Are you settling in nicely, Kattakyn?"

It was obvious that she was, but he wanted to hear it from her.

Kattakyn laughed gruffly and shook her head. Of course he'd heard it more times than he'd like to admit. The thing about Ottir was that he was a good sport, and never grew short-tempered when he was being needled. His patience was never-ending, and because of that he was far more easier to talk to than Draugr or even her litter mate, Rorik.

"Of course I am, brother," Katta grinned and briefly stretched her legs out in front of her. The den was huge - far too large for a single female, but its worth was sentimental more than anything.

"And you? Draugr? Rorik?"

"Rorik is going to be the death of me, I'm afraid. Someday he's going to sleep with the wrong Reaver's wife, and that will be the end of him." Ottir shook his head. He was only slightly joking. Rorik often did things that made Ottir shake his head in disbelief.

"Draugr is well. Settling in fine. And I am doing just fine, as well, sister."

He lifted his shoulders in a shrug.

"It is good to be home, honestly. And I am glad to see that you're settling in nicely."

Ottir smiled at Kattakyn, his eyes warm. "And staying out of trouble, I hope?"

"I never get into trouble, Ottir," Kattakyn grumbled quite indignantly, baring her teeth in a too-large grin. She never got into trouble that she couldn't get out of herself, at least, she amended silently. Life was not meant to be lived in quiet peacefulness. She'd come into the world screaming, and that was how she intended to leave it.

"Rorik is a fool," she continued fondly, shaking her head as she rocked back on her haunches, "but it is why we love him, I think. He would not be our Rorik if he was not at least a little bit of an idiot."

Ottir did not bother to hide his laughter. It was easy to talk with Katta. Easier than it was to talk to Draugr, or even Ottir.

"I blame it on you. You absorbed all of the brains while you were growing in our mother's belly. Rorik was left with nothing but his good looks - or so he'd have all the ladies believe."

He laughed again and shook his head, taking a moment to glance around the spacious den.

"Will you take a thrall now that we're home, Katta?"

He didn't think she would, but he was curious as to her thoughts on the matter.

Katta was silent for a long time. Her brother, Draugr, had a thrall. A small male that he'd captured long, long ago. The thrall's name was Faizul, and he was competent enough. There were times that Draugr would go on trading excursions with the thrall, leaving the small yet sturdy lion to carry everything that he could not.

"I may. And you?"

She couldn't picture Ottir with a thrall all his own.

"Or a wife, perhaps?"

She was half-teasing and half-serious. Katta always figured that he'd be the first one to settle down, and it was always entertaining to put Ottir on the spot.

Ottir cleared his throat, and then he cleared his throat again. A wife? He'd given it some thought, but he didn't want his family getting all nosy about it - even if he was nosy, himself. It wasn't that he couldn't handle what he dished out, really. It was just that... well.

He didn't like answering questions about his own personal life.

So he cleared his throat a third time and gave Katta a smile.

"I should be going. I only wanted to make sure that you were settling in nicely before I situated myself. I'm not far from here."

Katta laughed. She'd seen it coming a mile away, and she didn't tease him. She merely nodded her head and followed him as he moved towards the exit of her den, an amused look in her eyes.

"It was nice of you to come check in, Ottir, and you're always welcome to come visit."

Her voice was thick with barely repressed laughter.

Once he was gone, Katta returned to her den and began to rearrange the furs that had once belonged to her parents. It was an arduous task, and as she worked she had to admit that it would be so much easier to accomplish such strenuous duties with a thrall of her own.