To Moana, a pig was very normal. They didn't have cats or dogs on her island. There were pigs, chickens, mountain goats and a lot of different birds and rodents around. Itiiti just felt like another part of her home that had found her here.

"Is he?" She asked looked down at Itiiti who had calmed down now that Moana was holding him. "I did. I don't really know how or why. I can't explain it. I went home for just a day." A lot happened in that day but Moana has been trying not to think about it. "I know." She nodded her head. "I ran into him after that but he wasn't able to talk very well and he kept saying he was bad." She frowned at the memory. Moana missed Thorfinn. He was one of the few people that she could talk about her gods and her stories who would then tell her similar things in return. She'd always wondered how alike their homes were.

"Yeah." Another piece of hail smacked against the side of the hall and Itiiti was trembling again. "How long do you think it will last? I feel like we should do something." Moana didn't think she'd be able to sleep through the noise.