He liked wolves. Of course he did. But before Sigyn could roll her eyes at his odd statement, he began to explain why he liked them. And she had to admit, when he put it that way, there was something to be admired there. As somebody that hadn't really had much family outside of a foster mother, who didn't exactly coddle and coo over her, Sigyn's place in Asgard was frequently nebulous. She didn't have the connections through lineage or marriage as some of the other Asynia did, but she had a good relationship with Frigg. So how she was treated was sometimes defined by who was in the room, and Sigyn would have preferred to know exactly what her position in the “pack” was. Or at least to be able to make her own place, rather than relying on someone else. It was definitely food for thought.
Speaking of food, when Loki offered to get more, she slid a sidelong glance at him. He was going to share his food with her? She'd planned to share hers with him, but she wasn't the one that seemed to get upset during their meetings. Usually. She liked to tease him and held no ill towards him, so she'd always intended to share. Sigyn hadn't thought he would return the favor, and he went a step further, offering to get more if necessary. He'd go out in the storm to hunt? Most living things were going to be doing exactly what they were: going to ground to ride it out. But it was still generous of him to make the offer. Just as it was polite of him to let her enter first. As she passed him, she commented, “I have some dried goods in my pack, so if we make a stew, and we don't gorge ourselves, we should be alright. Thank you for sharing your rabbit.”
Then she went inside to deposit her last load of wood with the others she'd already stacked against the back wall. Eyeing it, Sigyn thought that if they were careful, they should have enough to stay warm for a few days. And with two of them in the cave, there would be more heat from their bodies to help keep the temperature up. Which brought to mind the warmth of his body against hers when he'd tried to pin her to the ground, and Sigyn felt a blush staining her cheeks. She didn't know why, but something about that was making her feel unsettled. To shake that feeling, she decided it would be best to get busy.
Pointing to a pile of thick branches she said, “I gathered those fir boughs to sleep on, they're fairly springy, so let's not use them for firewood unless we have to. The same for that brush near the entrance there. I thought it would be good to block off the mouth a bit to keep the wind out. Will you help me do that?” She offered him a smile. “You can try to tell me why this is your cave after that's done if you like, even though you're wrong. But I'd rather be unfrozen while we argue, wouldn't you?”
Grabbing the nearest narrow branch, she ignored the scratch it caused against her hand as she hefted it into the open space of the cave mouth. It wouldn't completely close it off, but if snow drifted against it during the storm it would make an even better block against the elements. And it would hold in the heat of the fire she would build once this was done. In an effort to maintain pleasantries while they worked, Sigyn asked curiously, “How is it you know so much about wolves?”