Thor offers his large scaly friend a smile, and hastens to make sure the tidbit of meat pinched in his fingers makes it into one of the birds' mouths before he reaches up to scratch at the gold stripe that runs the length of the Indoraptor's neck. The chick that did not get the last bite caw-caw-caws up at him though, clearly put out that the food has stopped coming. "Greedy," Thor mutters, and gives his friend a hearty pat before he grabs another pinch of meat from the bag sitting next to him on the bench.

"So you find your pride in your name linking you to your ancestors, then?" Not an alien concept to Thor, not in the slightest. "My people do too. We're given our own names, but also the names of our fathers, or sometimes our mothers."