Fenris seemed to note that he was being laughed at, even if the one doing the laughing remained inside a strange metal container and didn't show his face. Amusing, that mortals felt the need for such encompassing armour, the mighty warriors of Jotunheim wore no armour and those of Asgard only ceremonial armour, but mortals were so fragile.
Perhaps not so his bastard pup now.
And not the mortal without armour, he smelled of challenge and predator, though Fenris did not fear him. He was secure in his lineage and his power.
"I do not know this term you use, this mortal is now of mixed blood. He may grow claws, may grow fur, but neither of these things is a definite."
He stood and shook himself, giving the impression that he was used to being of a much larger stature than even this.
"To create a bastardised pup was a mistake in a moment of passion, it will cause consternation with my mother and my grandsire when I return. Take me to it."
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Perhaps not so his bastard pup now.
And not the mortal without armour, he smelled of challenge and predator, though Fenris did not fear him. He was secure in his lineage and his power.
"I do not know this term you use, this mortal is now of mixed blood. He may grow claws, may grow fur, but neither of these things is a definite."
He stood and shook himself, giving the impression that he was used to being of a much larger stature than even this.
"To create a bastardised pup was a mistake in a moment of passion, it will cause consternation with my mother and my grandsire when I return. Take me to it."