“I like wolves,” he said very matter-of-factly and started walking toward the cave. “They have a very well established hierarchy in the pack. Sometimes the Alphas get challenged, sure, but there is usually never a question as to where you stand in the pack. I can't say the same for other beings.” It was a direct insult meant to Asgard where his position was never steady. Didn't matter what he said or what he did, or if he'd even done anything, his position shifted drastically from day to day. The temperament of the Aesir was as unpredictable as a woman's during her courses. It all boiled down to how useful they decided he was at the time.
Thor was one of the few exceptions, but that was because Loki suspected Thor didn't give anything enough thought to plan for how Loki might be useful in the future. Well, and Idun. She never wavered with him. Odin was another matter. His blood-brother, while they were bound together by oath, was never reliable or trustworthy.
“And they aren't after my rabbit. They are establishing their whereabouts. A howl is the equivalent to shouting: hey, I'm over here, where are you? At least most of the time.” He shrugged and brushed some snowflakes off his face. “Sometimes it's just to bond the pack.” Loki not only liked wolves, he knew a great deal about them and not just because his son was a wolf -Fenrir. Sometimes, when he was feeling like the lowest of the low in the ranks of Aesir and he couldn't take it anymore, he took a wolf's form and found the nearest pack on Midgard, challenged the Alpha and earned his way into the pack.
It was one of the rare instances that he instigated fighting. But then he'd live with the pack for a time until enough time has passed that he decided to return or was summoned to return for whatever reason -making him useful again and therefore temporally treated well. Few knew of that particular past time of his.
Loki increased his stride and tried to at least keep pace with her until they got to the cave. “And even if it takes a few days for the storm to pass, if we run out of food, I'll go get more.” He could handle the snow, maybe not as a man, but there were other forms he could take and hunt in if he had to.
Finally they arrived at the mouth of the cave and he bit back a sigh. She was going to be competitive about this, wasn't she? The right thing to do would be to let her go in first. So he gestured for her to go first and he'd follow, dead rabbit and all.