He liked the cold though. It reminded him of the ocean. But he also liked heat and sun. He imagined he was an odd thing like that. But no one seemed to mind.
Grinning he went to pick her up. Limbs were rather handy to do that."Don't worry you're still Little Hel and Fenris Wolf is still Fenris Wolf. Friends won't change that." Smiling he went to pat her on the head, like he'd seen humans do on television. "and I don't understand mortals either. But there have to be people like you. Tied to dead places." He shrugged, "why not try and make friends with them? They can see you and you won't have to worry about it."