A few moments passed as Odin allowed the
chance for the figure to show themselves. However,
it seemed as though they had taken it for granted
and the Allfather would not be tolerating much more
of this, “There is no point in hiding - I know you
are there,” he warned, jaw now clenched with irritation.
When the figure still refused to reply, he stood for no
more and turned, marching towards the hiding place
he was sure the stalker had taken pride in finding.
At the sound of footsteps, he turned about the tree with
his back still pressed against the rough bark. Trembling fingers
scraped against it and peeled off a chunk, to which he flung
against a tree a little ways from his left as he sprinted silently
to his right. There was no way he was going to be found out.
Especially by one of wealth who likely had favors with royalty.
