In an uncharacteristic gesture, Valkyrie's hand came up to her chest the longer she stood there seeing these poor animals. Of course Thor made sense, but it didn't make her feel any better. Valkyrie shook her head.
"Thank you, Majesty. Perhaps we could set up a sort of more official shelter but one where they may live free and loved and not threatened by death. Or feeling abandoned."
Somehow Valkyrie was surprised by how bad this made her feel; she had never really owned pets (Aragorn didn't count, he was her war mount), and sometimes had barely been able to fend for herself let alone an animal. Then again she had never seen them all like this.
"So we're just supposed to choose one?" Valkyrie sighed. "They all look like the race I read about being unfairly vilified in media. Like we are. The Pit Bulls, I think they're called."