[Odinson's straightens, blue eyes shifting from the wolf to the girl. She would please their father, her fierce spirit and blunt approach would place her in his favour.

But their father isn't here. Just the sons, neither of them exactly what legend promised. Not that she knew the legends.

Nor that she would have expected them to come if she had. Many worlds had silent, distant gods, objects of worship rather than personalities to be interacted with.] Call to us from anywhere you choose and we will answer you. The offering is customary, a gift in return for assistance or wisdom imparted. It needs not be bacon. [Right brother? goes unspoken.]

Though you look a little young to offer mead or ale.