"Yes, but--" Fenrir sat down in the grass, frustrated. Not at Tyr, but at everything having to do with Ragnarok. He wanted revenge on Odin. He wanted to keep his father happy. But he also didn't really want the end of the world, at least not right now. There were things he still wanted to do, to start with. It was all confusing and tiring and Fenrir couldn't solve it by biting it or growling at it
"What if we've been wrong? About how it's going to happen?" Fenrir asked, looking up at Tyr. "My father didn't think so. I don't really think so. But what if?"