Thor's good hand is on his blind side, so he has to turn his head a lot further to see her, once the animal sounds finally snare his attention. Even in his shock and grief, he can see the intelligence in those dark eyes, but he doesn't recognize her in this shape.

He looks at the dog in silence for a long moment, but doesn't make a move to touch her, or talk about what happened unprompted. Instead he heaves a sigh, and looks back at his hands, twisting the axe between them. "I'm sorry," he whispers, and he's not sure who it's meant for.