Lottie decided not to be utterly offended that, without knowing a thing about her or what she was the goddess of, this Norse god decided that she couldn’t handle herself. Yes, she was floundering a bit at the moment, but that didn’t mean she was completely incompetent or foolish. That was a little high-handed of him, really. Philotes put it down to her being in “his” forest, and he apparently felt responsible for that reason. She wasn’t going to be mad at him for dismissing her abilities without knowing them.
Instead, she said matter-of-factly. “With all of those problems, not to mention the wolves, it’s probably better if we get moving rather than standing here, isn’t it then?”
She didn’t wait for him to answer, but instead headed in the direction she’d seen him coming from under the assumption that Bifrost would be in that direction. Tugging gently on the scarf, she got the fawn moving, though he was struggling in the deep snow. Truthfully, Lottie wasn’t at her speediest either. But she was not giving up. She hadn’t been about to before and now that she had an audience judging her, she was even more determined.
In answer to why she’d be taking the fawn to Asgard, she called back over her shoulder. “I’m taking him to Idun. Are you going to help me, Tyr of these woods, or are you just going to watch?”