There was no hiding the look of surprise that filled her face. Oh, she'd heard some story about a wolf having bitten his hand off but Enyo didn't know all the dirty details. Mostly, she never cared. If it wasn't something lost in the heat of battle it wasn't worth remembering the details of, was it? Hardly. Except here was this little thing bristling about it having been her brother who did the deed. Her brother was a wolf? That was... bizarre.
No more bizarre than a god unwilling to repair his wounded corpus when his chief business was war. Honestly, he was a disgrace to the Norse pantheon. It would be a mercy killing for her to just spill his gore the next time she happened upon his pathetic self.
A slow, somewhat malicious smile formed on her lips then. “My dear,” she said with a warmth that was still downright cool, “I do think you and I should talk.” Very much wanting to get out of the marketplace, she added, “perhaps we could move this to my temple courtyard, where you can still watch what had been deemed entertainment,” that was a sore note for her. Her Spartans... well, her and her brother's, were not show ponies. “I'll have an attendant or two fetch you a variety of local fare and some wine.” Then the malice softened a bit.
“If you'd like, of course. Hel... dear. I am Enyo of Greece, but the Romans have taken to calling me Bellona.”