Thor was equally distraught by the sight. There were sad-looking dogs and desperate-looking dogs. Dogs who were obviously putting up a front because they were scared. Dogs who had given up hope. It was a terrible sight.
"We cannot take all of them now. They would not give them all to us," he said, feeling very unKingly to refuse such a reasonable suggestion. He could control the weather, but he could not protect a few dozen innocent animals. It was extremely unfair. "As soon as we have resources for more of them, we shall take more. You have my word," he said solemnly.