“Just a moment,” she silently sent to the god she'd just met. Lottie would have answered, but at that moment, there was a pair of canine jaws gently clasped around her face. If she tried to pull back, the wolf would try to hold on, and her cheeks were not covered with protective fur that would prevent her skin from tearing. So she had to stay in place for the time being, which precluded reassuring the big guy verbally.
It was not long after that she felt the bump of a warm body against her thighs, and soon, the others in the pack pressed in to get their share of the attention too. It forced the alpha to drop to all fours, and Philotes took the opportunity to start petting them all, ruffling ears and tickling muzzles.
“I'm so sorry,” she told them, putting her emotions into her words so they'd know she meant them. “I know you're hungry. I know you're tired. But you can't have this meal, not this one, not today.” Leaning down, she whispered in the alpha's ear, suggesting that he look for the fawn's mother, back the way they'd come.
Lottie had no idea if they actually understood any of it beyond the fact that she was their friend, but she wanted to try. She hoped they'd know what she meant, even if they couldn't comprehend the words. Everything had a right to try to live, and she knew that if she hadn't been there, if it had been another time or another day, the baby deer would have already been lunch. But that was not how today was going to go, and she felt bad for the wolves.
So her face was not smiling as she made her way back to Tyr. In fact, she was struggling not to cry, though she did her best to hide that fact. Still, her voice was just a little tight when she said, “Let's go to Asgard. Will we be going past this infamous lake on the way? You still haven't told me what's in it.”