To keep the Wolf from the Door...

[armbiter]

There is a predator in your plaza, Nexus. Granted, that's hardly unusual. There are predatory entities of all kinds here, and by and large they've learned to play nice, but this one is very New, and there is something about him that looks exceptionally dangerous.

A massive wolf, he is easily the size of a Midgardian three-bedroom house. His fur is oily black, with highlights of blood and frost that seem to be a part of him. He smells of ashes and death, and the green of his eyes is far too bright, feverish. It's not just that he looks like a dangerous animal, though. His body language, for anyone that knows canines, is tense, fearful, like a cornered stray ready to snap.

Look, he's had a rough day.

The antiviolence field is working overtime on this one, because not only is it protecting the people around him from a sudden lunge, it's keeping anyone from bumping into him accidentally, as if in recognition of his hair-trigger mental state. Even leaves blowing towards him swerve away as if pushed aside.

You know, 'dog' spelled backwards is 'god'.

"What do you do with a broken chain?" Is his question. Yes, he speaks, and his voice rumbles, almost making the ground shiver beneath his paws. "Can you eat it?"

((ooc: Just coldsong's player here messing around with an MCU iteration of Fenrir, don't ask me where I'm going with this, I'm just going. Please do not pet the doggo, he bites.))

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[delphicbooksandbaubles]

Aal's ears go up and shift instinctively, scenting the air. Her ears go back slightly uncertain but she's also a Healer she doesn't like the scents naturally but she's dealt with it before she does have to swallow a wee bit. And her tail twitches half anxious and uncertain as she carefully pads toward the scent to investigate.

Her eyebrows go up well that's definitely not Bigsby. She can tell that much her wolf, instinctively thinks {Alpha?} {Shhush you we don't even know him..} She thinks back at her wolfish side. {And so what he's big. Not me Boss.} Yes she'll be respectfully wary but she's gladly follow Bigsby's lead over some being that's just popped up..Through..She snatches the air again. Something about him does seem familiar..

"Ahem." She softly clears her throat. "Um, I wouldn't recommend eating anything Metal, Sir." She murmurs softly but firmly trying to pull on her training. Focus. focus.Her wolf side half felt the need to pace. She was trying to hold it back. She was shifting her weight from foot to foot.

[armbiter]

Wolf? Small wolf? His pack has always been Hela and none other, but instinct is instinct and the familiar scent puts him a little more at ease, in spite of the form she wears. Another wolf, approaching respectfully, is... actually kind of a pleasant rarity.

"No?" He's confident he can digest anything, but that doesn't mean he'll enjoy it. "I will not leave it to bind another."

"Do you live here, little she-wolf? I will not harm your cubs."

[delphicbooksandbaubles]

She tilts her head, The wolfish part of her mind half torn as her ears twitch hopeful. But also cautious yes, naturally, but yes having another wolf to talk to was nice. Her ears go up and down a wee bit, uncertain but listening. Still, approaching slowly to a point, leaning on the back of a bench here still on her feet. In case she needs move quick. A wee bit of adrenaline response kicking in tween the bout of curiosity. And also course best to size things up in case of trouble.

"Um, " she swallows, "Aye..Metal rarely sits well.." To say the least. "Wouldn't want it tangleing up in yer guts after all." She tries to keep it simple. Her ears and eyebrows go up at the other bit. "Ah I see." She murmurs with an understanding nod.

"We wolves never do well in cages." She half murmurs, literally or figuratively. Half recalling something from a while back. Before shaking her head to focus. Does not do to dwell. She reminds herself.

She blinks but gives a wee smile. "Um aye, some of the time." She murmurs Her ears perk up even more at that despite herself pleased. She sniffs toward her right shoulder a wee bit. Was it that obvious in one way or another..Most likely. A wee bit of fur went up on the nape of her neck but her shoulders eased. Trust was very important to wolves once lost, was not easily regained.

So least she trusted him that much till he proved otherwise. The tip of her tail slipped more from out under her coat and wags. "I'm glad to hear it. Yes, we have a few Dens,..erm thought it best to find a safer spot for the pups at the moment. " Least in so much as they could. They had adopted older ones elsewhere and folks then needed tending to as well.

Some she half wondered how in the worlds they made it so far without them doing so with the shenanigans some of them got into. Though transiting from Mom-friend to Mom..was sometimes..Well interesting (and alternating heart-rending) to say the least. She still had the need to try and herd/steer em in the right direction if she could.