It was probably good that she'd left her own version of Fenrir back in Asgard, accompanying Loki on some trek following a lead on an interesting tome that he just Had To Have. Otherwise the poor antiviolence field would likely be even more sorely tested than it was now.

She had to stop, take a moment to just absorb the state of the massive wolf, feeling an unease curdling in her breast as she remembered conversations from when she'd first arrived, of another self who hadn't been talked down from rage, the horrible things that had come of it. She hated that it had come to harm Fenrir in any world, her steadfast, loyal companion.

"I don't think eating chain would be the way to go," She mused, voice not soft or gentle, it was doubtful she could ever sound that way, but there was something soothing there if you knew her tones as well as Fenrir surely did. "You could always fling them into a furnace, if you hate the thing. Melt it to useless slag."