Jormungand

Fenrir was the first to feel it. He stopped dead in his tracks, he’d been outside with Tamara. They were trying to decide about removing the blade or not. He still didn’t really share how with her, because if she was going to do it, it was going to have to be in a brave act. How could you do it, if you already knew it was safe? Not a very brave act in his opinion, but he feared Surt knowing the moment he grew to size.

However that wasn’t what he felt now. That wasn’t what made him pause. Fenrir looked down there was a shift to the ground. His head turned toward the west, it was just barely light out. He could feel it, Jormungand was coming. He was going to enter this world and all the hair on his body went on end. He and his brother were deeply connected. As it was Jormungand should be the one to wake Fenrir shaking the world and destroying the tomb Fenrir had been in.