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“I am almost entirely sure that this one is not mine.” Thyone answered with a sigh, unable to stop the thunder god from leaning down in fascination to kneel and pet the soft pelt of the pup, which had both defiantly and casually ignored her command to go back to his den where he belonged, to wait for his mother. If it was a male to begin with, and she was leaning towards that with how stubbornly calm it was about defying every instinct and law of nature. Thyone set one arm akimbo on her hip and ran the free hand through her hair in frustration, knowing how badly the mother was going to take their smell on her offspring. She might even eat him.
Thyone should have been upset but that was impossible when she was looking down at both the gray wolf pup and Thor, seeing both their expressions and finding something touchingly similar about each face that appealed to her in a way she found impossible to reject. So she bit back a sigh and gave in to the impulse since she was already going to have to figure out what to do about the pup, the damage was done and she really, really wanted to see if the pup’s fur was as soft as it looked.
She folded herself down carefully to her knees, and then sat back onto her ankles. In that new position their sides were almost touching, her shoulder brushing against Thor as she leaned down to slide a slim dark hand around the pup’s head, stroking jaw and down the neck in a smooth, comforting motion. It was indeed as soft as she’d imagine it to be and she was visibly melting notch by notch, expression softening into a look of adoration because she had always been fond of animals, and sacrificing them in the name of Zeus, despite that being her religious duty, had always been painful for her.
Thyone met the animal’s eyes and stilled. Those were not her eyes staring back at her from a fuzzy face but they were close enough that she could recognize them, and sensed just as suddenly the cortinate weave of lines connecting her to the wolf pup, to its anxious sibling, to the temple and then sinking down to the ground that was hallowed to her name. Thyone’s pupils dilated, following the gossamer threads that gleamed silvery-gold. It was only as Thor spoke again and stirred the threads that she broke loose from the momentary spell, unable to see the interconnecting lines. Their hands brushed while on the pup and she shook her head, clearing it of misty notions.